18/05/2025
Autumn’s near finished,
There’s a nip in the air.
Erewhons a calling,
It’s that time of year.
I roll up my swag,
Give my saddle a clean.
20 years on the trot,
And I’m still just as keen.
Before I was a horseman, I was a shepherd you see,
So the high country’s always been calling at me.
This year’s a little different as the majors a miss,
No doubt he’s up there some place, soul resting in bliss.
The clydie he running an awfully big heart,
With 200 behind me still plenty to start.
Not sure if it’s the water the views or the air,
But I sure do love when I get back in here.
It’s not just the c**t starting, it’s the poker and beer.
A warm fire cracking, a new apprentice this year.
A life breaking horses perhaps not the smartest career,
But to live like this,
Who bloody cares.