Henry Lawson
My sense of looking into, and learning about people from the past, is increasing as I mature. Perhaps these growing feelings have their genesis in the thoughts that my life, all our lives, are at best temporary moments in what I believe, is a much broader picture. I have had occasion recently to look more closely into the lives of some literary people in particular who were poets / writers and citizens of the land of Australia, who have left such a legacy and beautiful presence in this land, for those with eyes to see, and hearts to feel. I am going to start this short tribute series of historical Australian poets focusing on a man that was embraced, and in some measure shunned. He was thought of as an embarrassment by some of his peers. He was a simple, yet complex man. He was a man who travelled, a man who needed a lot of help, a man who was sensitive and a man who loved, and was loved. He was a man who was troubled, and a man who was jailed, and sadly a man who battled shynes
