Diggers Rest Horses| Buster
We owe so much to our horses. Here’s a tribute to one of our best, written by Rachel Dillon.
Buster
I was just a greenhide rider
Another tourist from the east
Looking for adventure
Or a horseback ride at least
I felt honoured to be trusted
Enough to take your rein
To join in on a muster
Beneath the Cockburn range
I quickly came to realize
You were made of something special
Your flank aglow with copper
And heart of pure metal
Soft red muzzle, snip of white
Eyes dark as tarry coal
Hooves as hard as magnetite
Flames from hock to poll
Through deepest blackest water
You’d forge and lead the band
Swift and lithe and light
Earnest in command
You’d freeze the cattle in their tracks
With a steely head on stare
Take on the meanest crook horned steer
Call his bluff with a twitch of ear
Two-time winner of The Cup
Only one could match your stride
But Gundy, he too is gone
I treasure those Billabong rides
But it’s not only the memory of galloping free
That you have left behind
For I always knew that it was you
Who taught me how to ride
How to sit deep and to trust
In the wisdom and power below
How to be kind in asking of you,
To go where my feet couldn’t go
And if all you were required to do
Was take a day trip down the trail
You gave the same honest effort
Without fanfare, fuss or fail
Some mysterious horizon
Always seemed to hold your gaze
As though you were meant for Duty
A noble purpose to your days
Though I’ll miss and not forget you
I’m certain we’ll meet again
Buster, you were, to so many
A partner and a friend