Willow Creek From the dunes of Australia They are so wild, so free, You can hear the call, Of the wild Brumby. So much freedom, Yet so much at stake, When the two leggeds come, The equines meet their fate. Some return to, The mountainous lands, Some are roped, And brought home by hand. Whichever way their journey never ends, Their calls are released with a quiver, These beautful sounds are only heard, Within the wild Snowy River. Written and Copyrighted by Katie