C.J. Dennis Associated Material

"DEN" - A MEMORY by James Hackston (Hal Gye)

There's a bloke gone up the road just now
   With the sunbeams on his back;
And there's never a line or care on his brow
   As he plods by fern and track.

He's wearing leggings, his arms are brown,
   His blue shirt's free at the neck;
He's been to the mail where the Mount looks down,
   And has a Micawber cheque.

He fills his pipe and the blue smoke climbs
   And drifts to the forest wide.
By the look in his eyes he's making rhymes
   As he walks where the red roads ride.

He enters his place by the sawdust-heap
   (That Toolangi shack of grey),
Past the wombat's hole, where the wattles sweep
   And the parrots are making play.

And now to the creek for a blackfish, too,
   For a succulent, simple tea,
Then a log on the fire, as bush-blokes do;
   For a fire's good company;

And a pad on the knee and a pencil sharp,
   And his dog at his feet by the fire -
So "Den" the poet now strings his harp,
   And writes to his heart's desire.

Oh, the night is sweet and thoughts run long
   And the peace is wide and deep;
And the mountain creek now makes its song
   While the dog and the poet sleep.

The Bloke goes down to the post next day,
   Fresh fame and a cheque to win:
The coachdriver takes more verses away,
   Addressed to "The Bulletin."

The Bulletin 29 October 1952, p13

'James Hackston' was the pseudonym of Hal Gye.

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