Where Brumbies Reside

Hooves they beat on the dry dusty ground,

I can hear a stampede from their galloping sound.

Strong legs that carry as they show off their worth,

marked with a scent digging up the land's turf.

While spotting their flight on the wide open plains,

he saddles his mare holding firm to her reins.

As he kicks in his heels and she runs with the breeze,

in motion it carries its strength through the trees.

With blood, sweat, and tears he has so much to gain,

these "Brumbies" alert knowing now why he came.

A country so vast it's now weathered and worn,

he'll carry their trail from dusk until dawn.

With stride he begins to flick with his whip,

as he clenches his hand holding firm with much grip.

And with so much desire he will never give in,

until each one is broken in victory's win.

With heat on each breath and nostrils that flare,

these stallions now give him the ultimate glare.

Man on the land has now conquered his quest,

and in bringing them home he has chosen the best.