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Thread #120107 Message #2620256
Posted By: WalkaboutsVerse
28-Apr-09 - 04:26 AM
Thread Name: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
Poem 6 of 230: THE PICKER
While picking onions at Echuca,
Betimes I came across a
Man who was, he said, by trade a picker.
A compact and stocky physique had he;
Kind he was to first-time me -
Advising, "You should pick 'em on your knee."
Then he told me of his long-kept plan
Of travel by caravan
To pick seasoned crops, over a wide span.
But workers' rates, I knew, were non too fair -
Twenty dollars a tonne, there,
Was all the onion-crop owner could spare.
Though (with tally taken by some louse,
And told to see owner or spouse),
Believe me, they lived in some kind of house.
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