He wrote the stories, poems and ballads of Australia's bush and countryside
And his World was not a small one Henry Lawson's World was wide
With the bigger World out there his rare talents he did share
But Henry Lawson died a pauper doesn't life seem so unfair
Henry Lawson is quite famous though deceased for many years
For he wrote the poems and stories that were born of sweat and tears
His talented mother Louisa too knew of literary fame
Like her partially hearing impaired son Henry her's lives as a great literary name
In the goldfields of Grenfell in New South Wales Henry first saw the light of day
His father left the family when he was young with Louisa he did not stay
But she as a good mother performed at her best
And was not found to be wanting when she was put to the test
Henry Lawson was addictive alcohol was his downfall
But he was a generous fellow and his World was not small
People today read the poems and stories and the songs and ballads sung
Of the man who lived his writings in the days when he was young
Henry Lawson wrote the poems and stories of the outback way of life
Of the shearer and the drover and the and the farmer and his wife
The man who lived his writings greatness of him cannot be denied
And his World was not a small one Henry Lawson's World was wide.
Monday, June 11, 2012
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