On a reflective weekend, given I’ve just found out about new members of my family on my Dad’s side. For no particularly relevant reason it put me in mind of Dad’s favourite poet. My family were descended from the sort of people described in this poem. My father died suddenly in October 2009. This poem always made me think of my father. It was read at his funeral.
Banjo Paterson was an Australian but the spirit of the pioneers was similar in New Zealand and Australia back in those days.
PIONEERS by A.B. “Banjo” Paterson
They came of bold and roving stock that would not fixed abide;
They were the sons of field and flock since e’er they learnt to ride,
We may not hope to see such men in these degenerate years
As those explorers of the bush — the brave old pioneers.
‘Twas they who rode the trackless bush in heat and storm and drought;
‘Twas they who heard the master-word that called them farther out;
‘Twas they who followed up the trail the mountain cattle made,
And pressed across the mighty range where now their bones are laid.
But now the times are dull and slow, the brave old days are dead
When hardy bushmen started out, and forced their way ahead
By tangled scrub and forests grim towards the unknown west,
And spied the far-off promised land from off the range’s crest.
Oh! ye that sleep in lonely graves by far-off ridge and plain,
We drink to you in silence now as Christmas comes again,
To you who fought the wilderness through rough unsettled years —
The founders of our nation’s life, the brave old pioneers.
This cutting from an old newspaper is about my family. My Great Grandfather ran a bullock (oxen) team out of the bush in a pretty remote part of New Zealand.
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Banjo Paterson, the poet of the bush. Great stuff. Who do we have today? Kevin Bloody Wilson, the ocker’s ocker, about to come on his farewell tour of the UK!
Kev is not quite as good a poet as Banjo, but he did have a very good point about the local cop once
fabulous poem Sandy, I had never read that before, thanks for sharing it
I love Banjo Patersons stuff. We had a record at home which was ‘Tex Morton reads Banjo Paterson’. Brilliant. The man from Snowy river, Clancy of the overflow. The Man from Ironbark etc etc. All the greats
Being an ignoramus, I had to look up Banjo Paterson. I see he also wrote the poem Waltzing Matilda, which is a bit more well-known to the likes of me.
Great words in ‘Pioneers’ – as you would say, epic!
BTW, I only found this post because I’m nosey and wondered what you’ve been up to this weekend. Why haven’t you promoted on Twitter?
I have now! Thanks Lesley. Banjo Paterson was amazing