Waltzing Matilda - A B Banjo Paterson

Oh there once was a swagman camped in the billabong,
    Under the shade of a Coolabah tree;
And he sang as he looked at his old billy boiling
    "Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me."

On A Journey - Hermann Hesse

Don't be downcast, soon the night will come,
When we can see the cool moon laughing in secret
Over the faint countryside,
And we rest, hand in hand.

Burnt Ships - Henrik Johan Ibsen

To skies that were brighter
Turned he his prows;
To gods that were lighter
Made he his vows.

At The Smithville Methodist Church - Stephen Dunn

It was supposed to be Arts & Crafts for a week,
but when she came home
with the "Jesus Saves" button, we knew what art
was up, what ancient craft.

Dawn - Yosa Buson

Dawn —
fish the cormorants haven't caught
swimming in the shallows.

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Yosa Buson (1716 - 1784) Japan

I Am From There - Mahmoud Darwish

I am from there and I have memories. Like any other

Man I was born. I have a mother,

A house with several windows, friends and brothers.

African Writings - Godfrey Mutiso Gorry

If you meet literature from Africa
Or even their mentors

Alabaster - Sarojini Naidu

Like this alabaster box whose art
Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,

Where the Sidewalk Ends - Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Just so — Jesus — raps - Emily Dickinson

Just so — Jesus — raps —
He — doesn't weary —
Last — at the Knocker —
And first — at the Bell.
Then — on divinest tiptoe — standing —
Might He but spy the lady's soul —
When He — retires —
Chilled — or weary —
It will be ample time for — me —
Patient — upon the steps — until then —
Hears! I am knocking — low at thee.

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Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886) USA