I was born into n un functional family
The things as a child I saw every day..
So many men away at war at the time
And so many women how they'd play..
Men away had kids they'd never seen
And of them very few ever really knew..
That their family at home had indeed grown
and that was way more than just a few..
Myself I loved writing and write I did
Of poetry away back when explaining it all..
But I had a love for the mountains high
Up where the snow at times would fall..
I loved to paint as I grew each day
In oils I'd capture it all best as I could..
And I loved country music sincerest songs
And when alone I'd sing as cowboys would..
I very young came to know the wild and free
Brumbies that roamed up in the mountains high..
I saw them first as a boy they became a thirst
Watched by the eagles as so high they'd fly..
Most boys were only interested in girls then
I never was one as I had my heart so full..
Of things created by nature ever beautiful
I loved those horses and the smell of wool..
I learned to work as my father did always
Not afraid of work at all in life was he..
And I learned from all those good old guys
Striking a blow cutting timber of mountain tree..
So many others thought they knew me back then
But know me they never did and that's for sure..
I'd just write country songs and poems of life
As married women played their husbands at war..
I just learned my way to be a man one day
Of values and principles with my fathers integrity..
Hoping that one day further up the track away
He could maybe say that my son is just like me..
I'll never be the man he was in life in my life
He raised us kids and mostly then all on his own..
While working all week doing as only he could do
While waiting for our to hopefully come home..
I one who actually belonged to both mum and dad
But gladly he was my hero and I took after him..
Following his way best I could both night and day
As he'd help others though his own life it was grim..
I became a part of who I was at the very start
Loving the mountains wild horses native flowers galore..
The high flying eagles snow and snow gums growing
Mountain stream created rivers endless valleys I saw..
And when possible I'd watch those Brumbies graze
Up where everything was ever beautiful and free..
Knowing no matter where I'd travel to in my life
All of this would be such a deepest part of me..
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