THEY SAY he was thrown and run over, <br />But that is sheer nonsense, of course: <br />I taught him to ride when a kiddy, <br />And Dan wasn’t thrown from his horse. <br /> <br />The horse that Dan rode was a devil— <br />The kind of a brute I despise, <br />With nasty white eyelashes fringing <br />A pair of red, sinister eyes. <br /> <br />And a queerly-shaped spot on his forehead, <br />Where I put a conical ball <br />The day that he murdered Dan Denver, <br />The pluckiest rider of all. <br /> <br />’Twas after the races were over <br />And Duggan (a Talbragar man) <br />And two of the Denvers, and Barney <br />Were trying a gallop with Dan. <br /> <br />Dan’s horse on a sudden got vicious, <br />And reared up an’ plunged in the race, <br />Then threw back his head, hitting Dan like <br />A sledge-hammer, full in the face. <br /> <br />Dan stopped and got down, stood a moment, <br />Then fell to the ground like a stone, <br />And died about ten minutes after; <br />But they’re liars who say he was thrown.<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dan-wasn-t-thrown-from-his-horse/
