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Nick Coyle ballad, from issue 4

As I Was Walking Through The Bush by Nick Coyle
Read the poem here.

george-stubbsThe Kongouro From New Holland, George Stubbs, 1773

As I was walking through the bush,
Big sun rolling gold in the gums, I
Met a kangaroo, a big one too
Propped up on shaky arms.

‘Wait, mate,’ he whispered,
Voice flanked by white foam, red
‘Hark you to me, I’ve a secret for thee
Before I’m called home, dead.’

Read the full poem here.