Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake,
Where the Dead Men Lie
(1913)
“ THE BOX-TREE'S LOVE Long time beside the squatter's gate A great grey Box-Tree, early, late, Or shine or rain, in silence there Had stood and watched the seasons fare: Had seen the wind upon the plain Caress the amber ears of grain; The river burst its banks and come Far past its belt of mighty gum: Had seen the scarlet months of drought Scourging the land with fiery knout ”
