The Stockyard in the Sky
With saddle grease on my trouser seatAnd whiskers on my chin,I’ve been 5 days in the saddleAnd it’s time for turning in.Rolling out my...
Yarns from the Bush Telegraph
A collection of poems and yarns from Spring Spur over the past 35 years.
Youngs Hut
So you’ve come to Young’s to get awayFrom the things that nag and hark,The places and paces that spoil a dayAnd shadowy thoughts that...
Youths Bright Day
Stirrup iron to stirrup ironThey rode the dusty track,She sat upon the dapple greyHe rode the fiery black.They pushed along at a faster...