VAGRANT VERSE
582.—THE DITCH. (Written for the Southland Times.) Where do they come from, And where do they go? But every year brings forth its crop Of bearded farmers to the show. Grey-bearded rugged countrymen, The pioneering type, Every year they crowd, to town Like to a harvest ripe. Says Mr Smith from Tussock Creek Or Mr Jones from Gore, I'll tell you what each one has done And all the men before, The many who have made the land And brought it to this pitch, Their masterpiece was shovelling, And days spend in a ditch. To-day we’re scientific, Our talk is high-falutin’, The treatise and the manual Have set us all a-flutin’. But we remember long ago, And poor land become rich, Sixty years ago, my boys, We digged the splendid ditch. —SOUTHERNER. Invercargill, December 10, 1934.
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Southland Times, Issue 22450, 10 December 1934, Page 6
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138VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 22450, 10 December 1934, Page 6
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