Guest Post: Brumby's Run

There is a place where the brumbies run,

It's the place where the lizards sun.

There is a creek through the rolling hills,

Where the stars are bright in the evening chill.

The brumbies run so far and free,

All through the winter deep,

O're snow so crystal and clear,

With tottering foals at their heels.

A beautiful stallion standing tall,

His thick neck shiny and strong

Frolicking fillies and colts, carefree and small,

Their mothers grazing nearby - waiting to fly.

A call was sounded through the trees

The lookouts give the last wild call

Down to drink follow all

The river running past their knees

The stallion in the battle is pushed

Into the scrub by one of his sons

He heads off into the bush:

It's how the brumby mob is run.

The kookaburras laughing in the scrub,

The campfire or the burning sun,

A horses neigh behind a shrub,

They all remind us of the BRUMBY'S RUN

....Josh Bailey...