Ran across these lines this morning. Hadn’t read ’em before:
In the corner – not a vision – but a sign for coming days,
Stand a box of ammunition and a rifle in green baize.
And in this, the living present, let the word go through the land,
Every tradesman, clerk and peasant should have these two things at hand. — Henry Lawson
Well, that is a start. Don’t you like the rest of the poem?
If you do not have it, it is easy to find on the web, or I can send it to you.