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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=408666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Knockin' Around</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=408666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Weary old wife, with the bucket and cow,<br>‘How’s your son Jack? and where is he now?’<br>Haggard old eyes that turn to the west—<br>‘Boys will be boys, and he’s gone with the rest!’<br>Grief without tears and grief without sound;<br>‘Somewhere up-country he’s knocking around.’ <br>Knocking around with a vagabond crew,<br>Does for himself what a mother would do;<br>Maybe in trouble and maybe hard-up,<br>Maybe in want of a bite or a sup;<br>Dead of the fever, or lost in the drought,<br>Lonely old mother! he’s knocking about. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=408666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Wiry old man at the tail of the plough,<br>‘Heard of Jack lately? and where is he now?’<br>Pauses a moment his forehead to wipe,<br>Drops the rope reins while he feels for his pipe,<br>Scratches his grey head in sorrow or doubt:<br>‘Somewheers or others he’s knocking about.’ </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=408666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Knocking about on the runs of the West,<br>Holding his own with the worst and the best<br>Breaking in horses and risking his neck,<br>Droving or shearing and making a cheque;<br>Straight as a sapling—six-foot and sound,<br>Jack is all right when he’s knocking around</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a></strong></div>