These are the men with the sun-tanned faces
and the keen far-sighted eyes-
the men of the open spaces,
and the land where the mirage lies.
The men who have learnt to master
the forces of fire and drought
and the demon Flood's disaster
in the fields of furthest out.
The men who have stood together
and shared in the fight with fate
and known the strength of the tether
that holds a mate to his mate.
Who ride with a gallant bearing
where every saddle's a throne,
and each is an emperor sharing
an empire enough for his own.
They are strangers to airs and graces,
and scornful of power and pride-
the Men of the Open Spaces,
who rule the world when they ride.
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From guest Wajaroo Field (contact)
Ogilvie uses amazing poetic devices, to emphasise his views and attitudes, towards the australian out back, he was an amazing poet, and will always be the king of Australiam poetry -
a pure saint to australia
From guest shaq (contact)
hes a pure saint to australia and its traditions. he contributes to this big island something that which has never seen the lights of this current days shining end. what a cherished, noble aussie bush-poet. wat a gangsta -
Ogilvie shows great respect and love for the man's relationship with his horse.
He describes these Men as stoic and tough, and that is the impression that we of later generations feel too. The men (and women) of early Australia needed a hard core to survive. His romantic conception of man and horse is a much softer perception than reality. However I enjoyed his tribute.
~Von~
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