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Our Cow

Down by the slipralls stands our cow  Chewing, chewing, chewing,

She does not care what folks out there  In the great, big world are doing.

She sees the small cloud-shadows pass  And green grass shining under.

If she does think, what does she think  About it all,

I wonder?

She sees the swallows skimming by  Above the sweet young clover,

The light reeds swaying in the wind  And tall trees bending over.

Far down the track she hears the crack  of bullock-whips, and

Of angry men where, in the sun,  Her fellow-beasts are slaving.

Girls, we are told, can scratch and scold,  And boys will fight and wrangle,

And big, grown men, just now and then,  Fret o'er some fingle-fangle,

Vexing the earth with grief or mirth,  Longing, rejoicing, rueing -But by the slipralls stands our cow,  Chewing.

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C J Dennis

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis, better known as C. J. Dennis, (7 September 1876 – 22 June 1938) was an Australian poet known for his h…
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