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G Grandfather Joe White


Back in 1880 you will find, Joe White he was about.
The Brumby runner master mind. Of this I'll leave no doubt.
He took from Mugan station, 600 Brumbies yes my friend.
Had the best riders of the nation, on which he could depend.
From Mungindi to Sydney town, drove Brumbies didn't fail.
They'd stop em block em right around, horse broke em for the sale.
The horse who broke and left the mob, got grabbed by the tail and threw.
A sideline or a hobble's job, made of green hide it'd do.
Wet green hide sideline when applied, front to back the legs were held.
He couldn't canter if he tried, to stay he was compelled. 
Joe saw the difference in every track,to read from them he knew. 
He was as good as any black, he'd track ants across the dew.
Two Dancy boys they wandered lost, were gone a day or two.
At black tracker's, oh these kid's did scoff, Joe found them pay his due.
These small dark boys they had some fun,yes hid their tracks with care.
Joe saw the tracks of only one, or the other ones were there.
One boy would carry piggy back, then came the others turn.
A way to hide one fellows track, gave the tracker some concern?
Joe followed cantered in their wake, knew their tracks in any bunch.
To find them was a piece of cake, so he took em home for lunch.
Joe's brother Dick was branded bad, now an outlaw on the run.
A publican robbed him, made him mad, Dick smashed his grog, the bum.
The traps they came, but couldn't find, Dick's cave the hideout site,
Couldn't follow the White's, who didn't mind,scrub galloping day or night.
So Dick White he then set off, with brothers Joe and Charlie too.
They rode due west three states they'd cross,till Broome came into view.
Dick's wife and kids by ship did pass, then on to Broome by overland.
Joe left Dick there safe at last,rode east through desert sand.
Joe and Charlie back they came,through the land that worked the horse. 
They'd throw scrubbers, Brumbies they were game,
horse breakers yes of course.They'd throw a Brumby on his side,
quickly lugged his head by force. Would saddle up and mount and ride,
and coax him home a horse. Joe entered the open Campdraft mate,
with a wee small handicap.Left his bridle and girth straps on the gate,
won the Mungindi cup old chap. Joe's Brumby runners one was Dan,
at Glenrowan hadn't died.Alex Wilkie chased as off they ran,
and Moffat he could ride.The legend lives of Joe this man,
true master of the horse.The drovers talked of him and Dan,
and Hippy yes of course.

Don Johnson

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  1. Date: 5/24/2012 7:15:00 AM
    Congrats on your win, Don, with your wonderful story of Grandpa Joe! Was the stories passed down to each generation? You seem to know so much of your ggrandfather. Thanks for sharing. Love and Blessings, Rhonda

  1. Date: 5/23/2012 5:14:00 AM
    Congratulations on your well deserved win in P.D.'s "Long Poem" contest Don. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 5/22/2012 10:18:00 PM
    Don,, Congratulations with your awesome long long poem! Thank you for supporting my contest. Good night ~*~ALWAYS * the one and only :-) PD

  1. Date: 5/22/2012 9:07:00 PM
    A very catching story once I sorted out the players....or did I?? Enjoyed and congrats on your placement in PD's contest !!

  1. Date: 5/22/2012 8:53:00 PM
    You're a great storyteller, Don! Amazing story! Congrats on your big win in PD's Contest! Ruben.

  1. Date: 5/22/2012 2:41:00 PM
    Don congrats on your win mate..david

  1. Date: 5/22/2012 1:22:00 PM
    very nice toread some legends and stories I had not before. A great poem. Is this a true story?

    Date: 5/22/2012 4:41:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Yes my ggrandfather lived the tale...see 18 days a crawling ...him too...18 days a crawling with a busted pelvis 40 mile to get home...
  1. Date: 6/22/2011 3:18:00 PM
    If I write about it Joe, It's not quite forgotten. Sort of history of how it was a hundred years ago, those old men didn't have email or computers . The cure all was axel grease, arsenic n bluestone. Bluestone was used to get rid of proud flesh in horses. The arsenic mix killed cancer on a horse, so they said or skin cancer on an Aboriginal or the white man game to try it....Don

  1. Date: 6/22/2011 11:34:00 AM
    Enjoyed the tapestry of happenings, Don as you have (taled it) & i reckon you got it down as flat as a tack..

  1. Date: 6/21/2011 4:08:00 PM
    Sorry Mike , Black tracker Aboriginal Aussie, Campdraft with your horse shoulder a bullock where you want him to go. Traps Aussie mounted police 1880s Brumby wild horse, Scrubber wild bullock. Greenhide fresh cow hide,(maybe rawhide us) Publican bar/shanty owner. Hippy has his own verse by Alex Wilkie Brumby chaser

  1. Date: 6/21/2011 8:35:00 AM
    What a great story - even if I did not understand half the words. You really have a way with words. Mike

  1. Date: 6/21/2011 4:38:00 AM
    another exciting awesome adventure in poetry DON.. the legend lives on in this wonderful piece of a master horseman..luv.. super ..