Henry Lawson, 1917

      Dust, dust, dust and a dog —
      Oh! The sheep-dog won't be last.
      When the long, long, shadow of the old bay horse
      With the shadow of his mate is cast.
      A brick-brown woman with the brick-brown kids,
      And a man with his head half-mast,
      The feed-bags hung and the bedding slung,
      And the blackened bucket made fast
      Where the tailboard clings to the tucker and things —
      So the hawker's van goes past.