The sun was in the summer grass,
the Coolibahs* were twisted steel;
the stockman paused beneath their shade
and sat upon his heel,
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Hey my name is kirby and i was suprised that i found this poem i have to do it for school actally its and assiment and we had a book full of poems and i choose this one and two others
i found this poem,25 years ago, while browsing in the school library. i was a young student, from an agricultural background, and found most of the poetry on the syllabus did not appeal to me or touch me and then i read this. it is a statement of fact that, quite often, we lead almost the same lives as the generations that went before us. wonderful poetry