Song of the Shingle-Splitters by Henry Kendall

\In dark wild woods, where the lone owl broods
And the dingoes nightly yell—
Where the curlew’s cry goes floating by,
We splitters of shingles dwell.
And all day through, from the time of the dew
To the hour when the mopoke calls,
Our mallets ring where the woodbirds sing
Sweet hymns by the waterfalls.
And all night long we are lulled by the song
Of gales in the grand old trees;
And in the brakes we can hear the lakes
And the moan of the distant seas.
For afar from heat and dust of street,
And hall and turret and dome,
In forest deep, where the torrents leap,
Is the shingle-splitter’s home.The dweller in town may lie upon down,
And own his palace and park:
We envy him not his prosperous lot,
Though we slumber on sheets of bark.
Our food is rough, but we have enough;
Our drink is better than wine:
For cool creeks flow wherever we go,
Shut in from the hot sunshine.
Though rude our roof, it is weather-proof,
And at the end of the days
We sit and smoke over yarn and joke,
By the bush-fire’s sturdy blaze.
For away from din and sorrow and sin,
Where troubles but rarely come,
We jog along, like a merry song,
In the shingle-splitter’s home.What though our work be heavy, we shirk
From nothing beneath the sun;
And toil is sweet to those who can eat
And rest when the day is done.
In the Sabbath-time we hear no chime,
No sound of the Sunday bells;
But yet Heaven smiles on the forest aisles,
And God in the woodland dwells.
We listen to notes from the million throats
Of chorister birds on high,
Our psalm is the breeze in the lordly trees,
And our dome is the broad blue sky.
Oh! a brave, frank life, unsmitten by strife,
We live wherever we roam,
And our hearts are free as the great strong sea,
In the shingle-splitter’s home.

 

 

 

Henry Kendall (18 April 1839 – 1 August 1882) was an Australian bush poet, one of a special breed of nineteenth century Australians who recorded their love of the bush as it was then, for posterity,

Henry Kendall

Henry Kendall

Thomas Henry Kendall was born at Ulladulla, New South Wales, on 18 April 1839. He received basic schooling from his parents, Basil and Melinda Kendall, but his early life was difficult, as the family struggled to earn a living. The Kendalls were living on the Clarence River, near Grafton—a backdrop that would later provide a steady source of inspiration for Kendall’s poetry. The Australian Poetry Library from whose site this extract comes also has a collection of 199 of his poems,

 

Please return to the Tuesday Poem Hub where Jennifer Compton  is this week’s guest with a poem from her Kathleen Grattan  award winning collection,The City, chosen by Helen Lowe.

 

Tuesday Poem – My turn to edit the Tuesday Hub with guest Janis Freegard

Greetings All,

Janis Freegard is a talented (very) Wellingtonian. writer. She recently had the thrill of launching two books published by two different publishers on the same day! One was The Glass Rooster, published by Auckland University Press 2015 and the other is her first novel…The Year of Falling, published by Makaro Press Wellington.

Janis Freegard

Janis Freegard

Below you can watch Janis performing from The Continuing Adventures of Alice Spider. This is a great video and well worth a watch.The Continuing Adventures of Alice Spider, was published by US-based publisher, Anomalous Press in 2013. Paula Green reviewed the book and wrote that it is ‘a treasure box of sentences; economical, wry, agile. You could easily employ spider-like tropes to talk about the writing: the way it deftly weaves detail to unsettle the everyday. The way the poems spin a fine web that shimmer and shine with the glaze of a storyteller. The way the book as a whole embraces the simplicity and the beauty of a spider’s web. There is repetition. There is a love of language…’. This extract is from Janis’s NZ Book Council site. To read more go here

 

This week I am delighted to be hosting Janis, also a fellow Tuesday Poet, on the Tuesday Poem Hub. The poem is called Speaking of the Balloonist and it’s from The Glass Rooster, Janis’s latest poetry book. Do go and check it out and read more about Janis and her imaginative books. And if you like the poem/post feel free to leave a comment.

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