Poems by Dame Mary Gilmore
Eve- Song
... And one of us learned in our children's eyes ...
Marri'd
... An wonderin why hes kep, ...
Nationality
... I have grown past hate and bitterness, ...
No Foe Shall Gather Our Harvest
... And we swear by the dead who bore us, ...
O Singer in Brown
... In the heart o' th' thorn!Thy song of the nest, ...
Old Botany Bay
... sent to hell to make in the desert ...
Pejar Creek
... Thats where the Pejar runs,Runs like a slip of silver through the valley ...
Singapore
... As they thought of how they had all been ditched ...
Sweethearts
... That make life seem too short! Its feelin s if shed loved you ...
The First Thrush
... It was the thrush's note,That seemed as though his heart ...
The Waradgery Tribe
... fallen like spears the hand ...
