Henry Lawson

Here you will find the Poem Hawkers of poet Henry Lawson

Hawkers

Dust, dust, dust and a dog ?
Oh! The sheep-dog won?t be last.
When the long, long, shadow of the old bay horse
With the shadow of his mate is cast.
A brick-brown woman with the brick-brown kids,
And a man with his head half-mast,
The feed-bags hung and the bedding slung,
And the blackened bucket made fast
Where the tailboard clings to the tucker and things ?
So the hawker?s van goes past.