Here you will find the Poem Country Towns of poet Kenneth Slessor
Country towns, with your willows and squares, And farmers bouncing on barrel mares To public houses of yellow wood With '1860' over their doors, And that mysterious race of Hogans Which always keeps the General Stores?. At the School of Arts, a broadsheet lies Sprayed with the sarcasm of flies: 'The Great Golightly Family Of Entertainers Here To-night'? Dated a year and a half ago, But left there, less from carelessness Than from a wish to seem polite. Verandas baked with musky sleep, Mulberry faces dozing deep, And dogs that lick the sunlight up Like paste of gold ? or, roused in vain By far, mysterious buggy-wheels, Lower their ears, and drowse again?. Country towns with your schooner bees, And locusts burnt in the pepper-trees, Drown me with syrups, arch your boughs, Find me a bench, and let me snore, Till, charged with ale and unconcern, I'll think it's noon at half-past four!
