Last week I spent 5 wonderful days riding
around the Kosi Park With an old mate from Yass
As we sat by a fire on a Sally tree flat, An old Brumby stallion came up to
me
And asked me to pass on this message
He said
I am a mountain Brumby, From up by Kosi side
I hale from Snowy River, Where mountain stockman ride
I am not a native creature, To this a foreign land
But have grown a part of nature, With the help from human hand
My heritage is threatened
My freedom so often won
Is now the target of politics, And a ruthless rangers gun
I am told of Guy Fawkes brothers, Being slaughtered by the score
Of helicopter pilots, And a madman at the door
My brothers and my sisters, Six hundred of our brave
Are rotting on the hillside, No dignity or grave
I want to thank the brumbies, Who died in Guy Fawkes Park
For they have wakened all Australians, To a threat Sinister and dark
Your lives have not been wasted, Your contribution great
You may well have saved an icon, So wish to thank you, mate
With those few words the old horse slipped away into the darkness
by Peter Cochran