Dust, dust, dust and a dog – <br />Oh! The sheep-dog won’t be last. <br />When the long, long, shadow of the old bay horse <br />With the shadow of his mate is cast. <br />A brick-brown woman with the brick-brown kids, <br />And a man with his head half-mast, <br />The feed-bags hung and the bedding slung, <br />And the blackened bucket made fast <br />Where the tailboard clings to the tucker and things – <br />So the hawker’s van goes past.<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hawkers/
