Poem of the week
The Average Man
by George Essex Evans (1894)
His hat looks worn, and his coat-sleeves shine,
As I see him step from his 'bus at nine;
His boots are pieced and his tie home-made,
And his trousers patched where the edge was frayed,
And his face is lined by the stress of life
Where a man must fight for his bairns and wife.
"Who's that?" I ask, as his face I scan.
And the answer comes – "O, an average man."
He has not got notes, he has not got gold,
But his homely lunch, in his handbag old;
Mabel Forrest (1872- 1935)
Prolific poet, such a sad life
When Mabel Forrest died in 1935, there was a public outpouring of grief. At that time, with the exception of Arthur Hoey Davis ('Steele Rudd'), she was probably Queensland's best known writer, and certainly its most widely published poet.
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