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His spirit now is like the wind that whispers through the valleys, the mountain soils no longer feel the presence of his tread, the hills no longer echo, with the whinnies and neighing of this once proud brumby, gone now from the lands where he was bred. He led his band of mares for years,Continue reading “THE SPIRIT HORSE – Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBarkPoet”

He sometimes wrote his poetry under the name of ‘Glenrowan’ and at other times ‘Swinglebar’ and sometimes just used his initials but no matter what nom de plume he used his work was always of a consistently high standard. Will Ogilvie , born in Scotland but an Australian by choice was popular in the sameContinue reading “Australian Rhyming Poets”

🌿🦜Nature🌹 Art🎭 Science📚 History⏳️  · Shamim Akther  ·   · This rare orchid named ‘Flower of the Holy Spirit’ only blooms once a year. Before blooming it looks like a Mother and Child, and once it blooms it turns into a Dove in Flight.— with Wow Scenery and Tasty Besty Food 1M.

Easy now, old friend, lay still, lay calm, The battle’s roar fades, the air turns warm. Your breath is shallow, your eyes grow dim, But I am here—I’m with you, Jim. You carried me through fire and fear, Through fields of mud, through skies unclear. When bullets flew and the ground did quake, You heldContinue reading “Lest we forget they also served”

Dick Roberts  “A True Example of a Mate” Written by Dick Roberts As the sunset on the pyramids, In Egypt to the East. On the snow grass in Australia, Fed this hardy mountain beast. Born into the mountains, Of Australia’s High Country. Akin to the Aussie, They were young, wild and free. Their services wereContinue reading “A tribute, and in memory of the Australian Light Horse Brigade and the horses they rode. 107 years ago today they did the unthinkable and achieved what was thought to be the impossible.”

Dick Roberts    · “Before Things Changed Up Here” Written by Dick Roberts To see it again through my father’s eyes, A time when things seemed fair. Before the big dams came and washed away, A way of life up there. Before the parkies came and left their stain, And burnt our culture bare. IContinue reading ““Before Things Changed Up Here””

© Maree Sura I stand and gaze over the Country this is my Country, my home, here in these mountains I was born. I sometimes remember my younger days, as I flanked another stallion’s small mob. How; in my upstart excitement I thought I would take him on. Well; Paleface wasn’t a pushover and showedContinue reading “POSTERBOY – I GAZE OVER COUNTRY”

  · NORTHWARD TO THE SHEDS, by William Henry Ogilvie There’s a whisper from the regions out beyond the Barwon banks; There’s a gathering of the legions and a forming of the ranks; There’s a murmur coming nearer with the signs that never fail, And it’s time for every shearer to be out upon theContinue reading “Australian Rhyming Poets”

Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his stock-horse bears him, And light of heart is he, And stoutly his old pack-horse Is trotting by his knee. Up Queensland way with cattle He’s travelled regions vast, And many months have vanished Since home-folkContinue reading “Ballad Of The Drover … Henry Lawson.”

  · “A True Example of a Mate” Written by Dick Roberts As the sunset on the pyramids, In Egypt to the East. On the snow grass in Australia, Fed this hardy mountain beast. Born into the mountains, Of Australia’s High Country. Akin to the Aussie, They were young, wild and free. Their services wereContinue reading “Dick Roberts”

© Maree Sura I stand and gaze over the Country this is my Country, my home, here in these mountains I was born. I sometimes remember my younger days, as I flanked another stallion’s small mob. How; in my upstart excitement I thought I would take him on. Well; Paleface wasn’t a pushover and showedContinue reading “POSTERBOY – I GAZE OVER COUNTRY”

Written by Dick Roberts Oh how the bush has changed, since my childhood days, When cattle roamed the mountain sides, no fires were ablaze. The bush was clean and open, a horse you could canter through, Flowers lined the hillsides, where the snow daisy once grew. Great big stands of mountain ash, and tea treesContinue reading “Where the Snow Daisy Once Grew”

Take Back Australia donoteprsS3cg683t5mlb0me0t3e11102rh2664ucm h1mSu,8 eup42ma65  · When the shearing sheds are silent, and the stock camps fallen quietWhen the gidgee coals no longer glow across the outback nightAnd the bush is forced to hang a sign, ‘gone broke and won’t be back’And spirits fear to find a way beyond the beaten trackWhen harvesters stand derelict uponContinue reading