Brumbies

Due to the Queensland floods, I will be very busy at work for quite some time. So this blog doesn't go completely to pot, I'm scheduling a series of my own poems. If you leave a comment, I may not get back to you for some time.

The pound of ancient thunder

in the horses' drumming hooves

a steady throbbing heartbeat

through the gully

down the valley

across the stony plain.

Long chestnut necks are plunging

rushing through the foamy spray

creek water churned with hoofbeats

through the gulley

down the valley

across the stony plain.

Chocolate clouds of dust

the wild horses' route describe

to the clear, all seeing sky

Above the gulley

and the valley

across the stony plain.