Never Gone
Up around Beechworth it is big country, big hills, the bush is wilder and when you look at the horizon at times you see just a flicker in the corner of your vision that could be men on horse back, just disappearing over the horizon.

In this half light
That is not of day
Yet not of night
Our shades still gallop
Racing over hills and plains

In hazy twilight
Man and horse linger
Black against silver sky
Forever surveying
The land that is ours

Gullies and ranges alive
With memories and shadows
Creaking of leather, scent of smoke
Lingering voices drift through tall gums
Here yet not, never truly gone