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C J Dennis - Barley Grass
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Wavin` corn upon the hillside,
Twinklin` daisies on the rise,
Mystic bushes across the ranges,
Wattle in its spring-time guise,
Stately gums that mark the twinin`s
Of the ole creek -- let `em pass.
Leave me here to lie, a-lazin`
In the noddin` barley grass.

Barley grass was noddin`, noddin`
`Long the dear ole township track
Where, in school days, we were ploddin`:
Four mile there an` four mile back.
Teacher, on the summer mornin`s,
Called us, scoldin`, from the class,
An` we wasted precious moments
Pickin` out the barley grass.

Barley grass insinuatin`,
In a summer long ago,
Gained a girl maternal ratin`,
Made a chap a holy show.
"Some one`s been to walk with some one --
Down the creek-side with a lass.
Fie, it ain`t no use denyin`
Tell-tale seeds of barley grass."

Came a time, when fortune frownin`
Sent a spring in cruel guise:
Wilted corn upon the hillside,
Brown soil barren on the rise,
Droopin` gums along the ole creek
Dry beneath a sky of brass;
An` we longed for just the sight of
One green tuft of barley grass.

But we battle on together,
Her an` me that mockin` spring,
Never losin` faith or doubting`
What the future was to bring.
Watchin`, waitin` for the dawnin`,
For the time of trial to pass;
An` `twas her that found one mornin`
That first peep of barley grass.

We don`t want no wreath of roses,
We don`t want no immortelles,
When the last of us reposes
In the last of earthly spells.
Plant above - we ain`t presumin`
To be writ on stone or brass --
Just a modest, unassumin`,
Simple bit of barley grass.
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