(header photographs by Harry Waite 1912-2011)

The Myth of the Sacred Brumby

 

 

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Anzac day

Standing on Splendour Rock ,
encircled by the Wild Dog Mountains        
we are shot at by the wind                        
and flecked with rain and sun
Now Anzac Day runs down
through all the trees
to the bend in the Cox
And there are birds
in all the space of the air
and in place of bugles
sounding the "last post"                     
there are currawong calls –
wild and winsome flowers of sound
that rise and bloom and fall
Out over far Kanangra
Light swells and  flashes
amongst smoky clouds
and closer where sunlight
bursts on one great spur ahead
we image the spirit moving
                                       
on the brightness ‑
the curving , shaping spirit
that transforms
its myriad
trembling forms
to blue green
lovelines
Other walkers stood
on Splendour Rock and
before the bugles ordered them
to war.
Now we stand where they stood
and where they often must
have longed to go
  the Wild Dogs ringed around us
and the Cox's down below
 
by Tom Haylar 1999