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weffi New Member
since 2003-01-27
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hey tell me what you think! (it was published for the first time!!!!!go 2 www.cowgirlscountry.com and poetry for a look!) Gently the sun prises apart the mist A scattered mob of brumbies receive her kiss Bathing the mountaintop in a golden glow That awakens the bushmen in the valley below. Hark! Hear the stockwhips cracking The fiery stockhorses, no courage lacking For what is a stockhorse if it is afraid? And they set off excitedly on their brumby raid. The brumbies stir, standing as one Poised, alert they are ready to run Approaching shod hooves, still nothing in sight, The brumbies quiver, but still they stand tight. The motionless brumbies abruptly take to their heels From the bush to the left suddenly peals A shout, a crack, a flurry of hooves At first nothing stirred - now everything moves! The peaceful bush is rudely interrupted By the panic-stricken brumbies - her slumber corrupted Then by the shouting bushmen pursuing the mob She starts, then realizes - it’s only their job. Through clumps of wattle, ironbark and gum, In air now warm and seeming to hum The brumbies are pursued by men wanting a chase, With the heady excitement of the furious race. One rider draws ahead of the mob Rebellious yearlings try charging away to The Knob A crack over the rump sends them back to the rest The stockman lays his whip about to send them West. Finally, the stockyards appear Seeming to fill the brumbies with fear But they are going too fast to check their pace, And as the rebelling ends, so does the race. Once they are in, the sorting commences, “That one’s no good - he wrecked all the fences!” Or “That young filly will be worth something when broken - Wasn’t her dam an escapee from Logan?” The stallion, the mares with young foals are released The others to be sold or broken in - to say the least! A few young horses escape with the others After being branded, gelded and separated from their mothers. Bewildered, they mill around outside the yards Until the men disperse them with curses - and hard! Then they race away to the east, relieved to be free, Until a cloud of dust is all there is to see. Slowly, the sun begins to sink in the West Shining on the yarded brumbies, in their well deserved rest As well as on the men making their way home, And on the brumbies who still the bush own. Steph Himsley July 2002 ;P |
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Trillium 
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
weffi: Welcome to Passions and what a fine introduction! Congratulations on getting this one published. It has the flavor Lawson and Paterson come to mind. I loved it! Betty Lou Hebert |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
I didn't know what brumbies were and I thought they were driving cattle. Until the last few verses. Very exciting. Is this in Australia? Welcome to this corner.Joyce |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Steph...are you going to be our poet lariat? Welcome to Passions! I'm going to enjoy watching you as your share your talents with us! Karilea |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
I am so impressed - brilliant!!!!!!!!!! |
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DawnG
since 2000-06-23
Posts 1494United States |
Steph, I really enjoyed this. Welcome to Pip. I hope you enjoy being here as much as I know we will enjoy having you. Please check your e mail for a special greeting  Dawn |
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