He comes when the gullies are wrapped in the gloaming
And limelights are trained on the tops of the gums,
To stand at the sliprails, awaiting the homing
Of one who marched off to the beat of the drums.
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...............very nicely written....a wonderful poem.. ~ The bush bird will sing when the shadows are creeping A sweet plaintive note, soft and clear as a bell's -