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The Brumby King

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LindsayP
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0 posted 04-01-2008 11:49 PM       View Profile for LindsayP   Email LindsayP   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for LindsayP


         THE BRUMBY KING

In a far off hidden valley
Where two icy rivers meet,
Where the mountains bounce the echo’s
Of a hundred brumby’s feet.

Where the bellbird gives a warning
To all intruders there,
It was this place I heard about
That I’d like with you to share.

It was told to me by Barcoo Bill,
A shearer we all knew,
He looked me squarely in the eye
And swore every word was true.

He’d been shearing out round Jindabyne
In the spring of thirty eight,
And when the final shed cut out
He said goodbye to all his mates.

To see his girl who waited home ,
He didn’t need an extra push,
So to save some time from Jindabyne
He took a short cut through the bush.

He made his way across that rugged range
Through hidden valleys seldom seen,
He steered his horse on a wandering course
Where few white men had ever been.

He camped at night ‘neath the bright starlight
In mountain meadows lush with grass,
And throughout the day he held his way
Towards a distant mountain pass.

As he headed west he thought it best
To escape the midday sun,
So he moved up on the mountain side
Where he crossed a brumby’s run.

Fresh were the tracks that he saw there
Of wild horses roaming free,
So he laid up in a patch of scrub
Where he hoped the brumby mob to see.

He waited there for an hour or two
Then his old horse pricked up his ears,
He looked up on the mountain side
Just as the wild brumby mob appears.

There were fifty mares or more
With foals running at their side,
There were blacks and bays and dapple greys
And many more beside.

“ I wonder where the stallion is,”
Bill voiced his thoughts anew,
And even as he spoke aloud
The black stallion came in view.

There stood the mighty brumby king
With shiny coat as black as coal,
Whose only purpose and ambition was,
To put every brumby mare in foal.

Then in the distance a piercing scream,
Another stallion’s mating call,
The mares closed up their straggling ranks
In case danger should befall.

Then across the rough and broken ground
A chestnut stallion could be seen,
As he galloped up to join the mob,
The black stallion cut between.

The chestnut colt was big and strong
And seemed unaware of dangers fraught,
While the old black horse was a cagey foe,
For many battles he had fought.

They met up on the mountain side,
A truly stirring sight,
They fought with teeth and flailing feet
As only stallions fight.

Bill had never seen a fight between
Two more vicious savage brutes,
He moved in to take a closer look,
While all the mares and foals stood mute.

The big chestnut horse was savage now
And quicker than the black,
Through sheer force without remorse,
He forced the old horse back.

The old black horse quickly spun away
And galloped further up the hill,
Where he turned to face the chestnut’s charge
And the battle raged once more until

He turned again and galloped up
Till he was high up on the ledge,
And in retreat lured the chesnut on
Until he was close up to the edge.

Then he dived beneath those flailing feet
With a scream of sheer rage,
And heaved the chesnut into space
Like two actors on the stage.

As the chesnut stallion flashed from view,
Bill stood mute with bated breath,
For it seemed a shame that one so game
Should finish there in death.

Bill climbed up on that rocky ledge
And looking down could only stare,
For on those jagged rocks below
Three other colts lay there.
© Copyright 2008 Lindsay P Wilson - All Rights Reserved
Seoulair
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1 posted 04-02-2008 12:04 AM       View Profile for Seoulair   Email Seoulair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Seoulair

my, I read like a novel. Soooo very good. A marvelous story and you rhymed so well.
Thank you for sharing.
Marchmadness
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since 09-16-2007
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So. El Monte, California


2 posted 04-02-2008 03:50 AM       View Profile for Marchmadness   Email Marchmadness   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Marchmadness

This is great story telling, kept me on the edge of my seat. I believe I read this one before. Is this a repost?
                                     Ida
effjayel
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since 09-30-2007
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3 posted 04-02-2008 11:34 AM       View Profile for effjayel   Email effjayel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for effjayel

You really do have a way with these Linds, good job mate....John
gilead
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since 03-10-2008
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4 posted 04-02-2008 04:48 PM       View Profile for gilead   Email gilead   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for gilead

Great writing with a ballad like feel. I enjoyed every line as the rhyme and the story worked perfectly together.

Art
LindsayP
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5 posted 04-02-2008 07:35 PM       View Profile for LindsayP   Email LindsayP   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for LindsayP


Seoulair, I'm so glad that you enjoyed

the tale, thank you.

Ida, I didn't think I had posted this one before but I should have checked, and when I did, I found that you were right. Sorry about that but thanks for your response.

John, thanks old mate, your response is always appreciated.

Art, thank you so much for your response
I'm glad you enjoyed the post.

Lindsay
Earl Brinkman
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6 posted 11-23-2010 09:17 PM       View Profile for Earl Brinkman   Email Earl Brinkman   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Earl Brinkman

A great story that was very enjoyable.
 
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