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Dust, Sweat and Tears.
My road is fenced with the bleached white bones,
And strewn with the blind white sand.
Beside me a suffering dumb world moans,
On the breast of a lonely land.
The dust storm follows and wrap me round,
The hot winds ride as a guard,
Before me the dry of the river is bound
And the flight of the wild duck barred.
I drop the whips on the loose flanked steers,
I burn their necks with the bow.
And the green hide rips and the iron seers,
Where the staggering lean beasts go.
My hurrying hoofs in the night go by,
And the great flocks bleat their fear.
And follow the curve of the creeks burnt dry,
And the plains scorched brown and sear.
They curse the red sun into the west
And they curse him out of the dawn,
But I am the Master,
The dread King Drought
And the Great West Land is mine.
William Ogilvie 1890.

Dust, Sweat and Tears

Meg Lewer

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Dust, Sweat and Tears.
My road is fenced with the bleached white bones,
And strewn with the blind white sand.
Beside me a suffering dumb world moans,
On the breast of a lonely land.
The dust storm follows and wrap me round,
The hot winds ride as a guard,
Before me the dry of the river is bound
And the flight of the wild duck barred.
I drop the whips on the loose flanked steers,
I burn their necks with the bow.
And the green hide rips and the iron seers,
Where the staggering lean beasts go.
My hurrying hoofs in the night go by,
And the great flocks bleat their fear.
And follow the curve of the creeks burnt dry,
And the plains scorched brown and sear.
They curse the red sun into the west
And they curse him out of the dawn,
But I am the Master,
The dread King Drought
And the Great West Land is mine.
William Ogilvie 1890.

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