Race To Freedom

• Chloe Mchenry, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2015

As we turned the brumby loose,
And watched him head for home.
With freedom in his strides,
He raced against the wind.
As he headed for the hills,
He swiftly turned again.
He reared against the wind,
And called a quick good-bye.
For that was the last time,
We would ever see the mountain brumby ride.