Up near Kosciusko, In the Snowy River way,
Where sheer brilliance and the pressure take their toll;
There's a mob of mountain brumbies,
And that is where they play;
Sometimes gallop, sometimes going for a roll.
And they know those parts much better, Than any other can,
For in between and over them they've been;
And they are wiser still, than any mortal man.

'Cause you should see the sights that they have seen.
And no-one's ever caught them,
Or neared to them as yet;
And I believe that I can safely say;
That no-one ever will;
Unless it be myself;
Will catch and tame them,
Till my dying day.

Lloyd McLean (1990)
 

This was my attempt at something in the theme of The Man from Snowy River

This poem is part of the Horses and Things collection