I remember Loma .........
Astride the stallion Devlin
Trailing after cattle to a night camp
up the track,
Brown hands resting easy on the reins
The big horse dancing
Dogs beneath the wagon, yelping,
Welcoming her back .
...By the flicker of the firelight
Stoking coals beneath the billy
Quietly discussing the long day's
Quick amusement for a moment -
How the old cow raved and bellowed
When her calf followed an emu
Down the wrong side of a fence.
She worked on lonely stations
Rode every dusty stock-route
Hazing hungry bullocks on, to grass that
grew knee high
No man could better muster
Mobs still lurking in the saltbush
She could drive the wildest mickey out
Where others would not try.
Loma loves this outback country
Her eyes seek far horizons
Not for her the cities, her heart is
with the land,
You will find her out there somewhere
Swinging high into the saddle
Somewhere with the drovers
Riding - stockwhip in her hand.