The Old Buckskin and Dad

Written by Dick Roberts His eyes told the stories, Of the life that he had. Up there in the mountains, The old buckskin and dad. The miles they travelled, The creeks that they crossed. Can never be counted, Upon this old horse. He was broad in the shoulders, And quick in the step, Not anotherContinue reading “The Old Buckskin and Dad”

“Open Up the Old Stock Routes”

Written by Dick Roberts Have you ever heard it, in the summer or the spring, High upon the mountain tops, when all the bush birds sing. Have ever felt the morning sun, It’s warmth upon your back, While riding a mountain pony, quietly through the mountain ash. Have you ever seen the mountain sky, OnContinue reading ““Open Up the Old Stock Routes””