THE HORSEMAN’S HOME.
Tim sailor sings about Lis life Aa a.ll there ia worth whilo, But ho can have, his stormy strife— Likewise, his sons that smile; Give him his far off ways to roam. Giro him his seas that rear; But hs who calls the. saddle homo Knows joy forevermore. Bo learns to love the music of _lTis horse's flying feet.; Ko hnrpliko sound in spars abov« Gan o’or bo half so sweet; The silvery cadence of tho spur That jingles at his heel, Tho smell of sago and distant fir— Such joys do horsemen feel. So swin? into tho leather, pard, And givo tho bronc. his head; Tho prairie's wide, so hit it ha id Before the clay has fled; The cactus flowers arc white as foam Upon iiwi plains land’s floor; And he who calls tho saddle homo Knows joy forevermore. —Arthur Chapman.
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 12646, 2 June 1919, Page 7
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146THE HORSEMAN’S HOME. Star (Christchurch), Issue 12646, 2 June 1919, Page 7
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