Leave or Perish (poem)
Linda Weaver Clarke
As Frances gripped the railing of the porch and looked out toward the distant mountains, she heard...
Old Bushman's Boots (poem)
Duncan Williams
My ridin' boots are leaning, In the cuboard where they stay, The heels are worn to oneside, But I'll fix them up some day...
The Price of Beef (poem)
by Randy Lane
Black angus as far as the eye can see, like stars up in a northern sky...
