“Final Bloody Muster”Written by Dick Roberts

There’s a different kind of muster,Now happening in the bush, Way down near kosciusko,It’s the government’s final push.All the mares and foals and stallions,The brumby has to go, According to the beaurocrats, They won’t see another fall of snow. They’re loading up their rifles,With traps they’ll lure them in,Molasses, salt and steel yards,Is where they’ll commit their sins.Opening fire on the first horse,Whilst others panic and start to run,The brumby he won’t stand a chance,As they shoot them one by one.From the Nungar to Kiandra,From Tantangara to Long Plain,The bush will all fall silent,As the blood makes its stain.Once again the Snowy Mountains, Will have a tragic tale to tell,Relegated like the bushman,And all the stockman we knew well. The Pendergast’s, O’Ryan’s,Dodwell’s and the Clarke’s.The Piper’s, Robert’s and Webb’s Will all be relics of the past.The Lee’s, Dowling’s and Sephton’sWill no longer be able to ride,And catch a wild brumby,With care and love and pride. As the frost sets on the snow grass,In the high country tonight,All the brumbies have disappeared, All slaughtered out of sight.The bush has fallen silent, The brumby is now gone,The ignorant have taken them,And forever we will mourn.

Published by Nelle

I am interested in writing short stories for my pleasure and my family's but although I have published four family books I will not go down that path again but still want what I write out there so I will see how this goes

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