This is a book of narrative rhyming poetry that is often humorous and includes recurring places and characters. It departs from the cowboy outback when it goes to the steeplechases and also to war (the poet was a war correspondent for some years and began his professional life as a lawyer). I enjoyed these poems in the same way I enjoy the poetry of Ogden Nash. They have a story telling rhythm and fun with language and the foibles of human nature. Paterson has a lot of fun with Australian place names and horse lineage names. He does a send up of The Raven:
As I pondered very weary o'er a volume long and dreary --
For the plot was void of interest -- 'twas the postal guide, in fact,
There I learnt the true location, distance, size, and population
Of each township, town and village in the radius of the Act.
And I learnt that Puckawidgee stands beside the Murrumbidgee,
And the Booleroi and Bumble get their letters twice a year,
Also that the post inspector, when he visited Collector,
Closed the office up instanter, and re-opened Dungalear.
But my languid mood forsook me, when I found a name that took me,
Quite by chance I came across it — ‘Come-by-Chance’ was what I read;
No location was assigned it, not a thing to help one find it,
Just an N which stood for northward, and the rest was all unsaid.
Most of the poems are at least a full page since they are narratives.
I was quite baffled when I came across a poem that had the echo of being a ghazal. Surely not, I thought. But then several poems later Hafiz made an appearance in the name of a poem which served as confirmation for me.
In any case, the poetry in this volume mostly spins humorous yarns and I've enjoyed it and am glad to have encountered it on my poetry journey.
And thus ends my adventures in cowboy poetry for now.