A whisky still is to be erected near Melbourne. - News item.
George was never for sport or game;
He was never the outdoor kind.
And, after the early closing came
He sat indoors at a parlor game
At the back of a close-drawn blind.
But often now, on the lawn, I spy
George in the darkness there,
Face upturned to the starlit sky,
Breathing deep and -- I wonder why --
Sniffing the evening air.
First published in The Sun News-Pictorial, 25 February 1927
Author reference sites: C.J. Dennis, Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography, Australian Poetry Library
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