“Not from the seas does he draw inspiration, <br />Not from the rivers that croon on their bars; <br />But a wide, a world-old desolation – <br />On a dead land alone with the stars. <br /> <br />The long hot day gone over, <br />And starlight come again; <br />And I, weary rover, <br />Lie camped on One Tree Plain. <br /> <br />My saddle for a pillow, <br />I lie beneath the tree, <br />That softens to a willow, <br />In the moonlight over me. <br /> <br />I dream that I remember <br />A dim and distant day, <br />Beyond yon misty timber, <br />In the Home-world far away.<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jack-cornstalk-as-a-poet/
