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An interesting story written in good, poetic diction with conviction.

The crows that watch from the distant blue Came down to see what it all might mean; An eagle hawk and a cockatoo Bestowed their patronage on the scene. Till a far-off boundary rider said " I must have a look - there is something dead." ........changing naturally but for surviving anywhere anyone for anything

Another interesting poem narrating the story of a hunter and his gun and hunting of pigs.

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I am fed to the teeth with old ewe, ........ well penned

My first time reading this poem or anything by Banjo Paterson. This story hooked me and had me smiling at the end. And the rhyming form was perfect for the telling. And one more thing I enjoyed—the fresh language in it—lignum dark, stropped his tusks on a hanging limb—cool! -GK

Very beautiful poem. You inspire me to write a poem in similar style.

The live video shooting of the hunter and his target, along with their movement, wonderfully narrated in this beautiful verse.

Now Banjo - he could tell a story that painted a picture in my mind…and then some…!

Very nice poetry. Thanks for sharing. Enjoyed.

Yes indeed! Many years ago, a neighbor who hunted was cut up by what he later described as a little pig He said, It ran out of the woods, cut my leg open, and ran away.

a hunting poem with food for thought? and a new menu!

The pig sat silent. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.