Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG OF THE CATTLE-HUNTERS, by HENRY CLARENCE KENDALL Poet's Biography First Line: While the morning light beams on the fern-matted streams Last Line: Will die with the echoes away! Subject(s): Cattle | ||||||||
While the morning light beams on the fern-matted streams, And the water-pools flash in its glow, Down the ridges we fly, with a loud ringing cry -- Down the ridges and gullies we go! And the cattle we hunt -- they are racing in front, With a roar like the thunder of waves, As the beat and the beat of our swift horses' feet Start the echoes away from their caves! As the beat and the beat Of our swift horses' feet Start the echoes away from their caves! Like a wintry shore that the waters ride o'er, All the lowlands are filling with sound; For swiftly we gain where the herds on the plain, Like a tempest, are tearing the ground! And we'll follow them hard to the rails of the yard, O'er the gulches and mountain-tops grey, Where the beat and the beat of our swift horses' feet Will die with the echoes away! Where the beat and the beat Of our swift horses' feet Will die with the echoes away! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEASON OF OMENS by JOHN PEPPER CLARK CATTLE SHOW by CHRISTOPHER MURRAY GRIEVE THE FIRST BIRTH by RODNEY JONES A COWBOY TOAST by JAMES BARTON ADAMS THE GRASS STEALERS by J. MURRAY ALLISON A DEATH IN THE BUSH by HENRY CLARENCE KENDALL |
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