The Bush Boy.
> (Writen for'the “Times.’’) My mother says to me at, night and morning, “Son, you arc fretting, do you think 1 do not knew. ■ Your head was drdoping down, when you crossed i- '.he dairy, ■ *' What eon it be that is troubling you so?’’ ~ How .can I tell her I am young and 1 am lonely, is all my life to be cow, sheep and horse, Telling the rata and stumping the paddock*, Fencing and ditching and grubbing! the. gone? She if a widow—her heart Would be broken. She is so proud of this farm she has made. J wps a child when my father was taken. Her old hands are rough from the axe and the tpzde. ... " . / I‘m twenty years old and' Toe not seen a city ‘■She’d tell me to go and gioe pot a sign. ' But Tmust‘stay for she’d work on Without me, Oh where m the world is a mother like mine 1 * ** * —EILEEN DUGGAN.
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New Zealand Times, Volume LII, Issue 12199, 25 July 1925, Page 12
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161The Bush Boy. New Zealand Times, Volume LII, Issue 12199, 25 July 1925, Page 12
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