(header photographs by Harry Waite 1912-2011)

The Myth of the Sacred Brumby






The Longing

Deep in my heart the mountains are calling
Singing their song like the haunting of sirens
echoing through the mist high above
Along hidden paths where few men have ventured
My soul is alive with the memories there
And cliff tops so high the eye cannot catch them
Gracing the sky with their igneous hair
Eagles so proud with their wings full extended
Scouting the country-side far down below,
Searching for prey to feed the young fledglings
Gliding to where the warm currents flow
O sing to me valleys and rivers so mighty
Croon to my ear your sirenous song
Long has my heart been full of your yearning
Wait for a while and I'll be along
Jim Teys 1998