‘Life’s a cigar’: the wasting body glows;
The head turns white as Kosciusko’s snows;
And, with the last soul-fragrance still in air,
The ashes slowly sink in soft repose.
More verses by George Gordon McCrae
- Forby Sutherland
- Mamba: (The Bright Eyed) An Aboriginal Reminiscence
- L'Envoi From Balladeadro
- The Silence Of The Bush
- Morning At Sea In The Tropics