Fievel Coight

25/10/2024

Chicken Satay with Brown Rice

17/10/2024

12/03/2024

Fond memories of an old friend

08/03/2024

**The Clydesdale Rider**

In the heart of the sunburnt land,
Where gum trees stretch their knotted hands,
A stockman rides, his hat pulled low,
Upon a mighty Clydesdale’s back they go.

His boots are worn, his face is lined,
From years of toil under the blazing sun’s grind,
But his spirit is as rugged as the ancient hills,
As he guides his steed through the eucalyptus frills.

The Clydesdale, a beast of strength and grace,
Hooves pounding the earth at a steady pace,
Mane flowing like a river of chestnut silk,
Together they ride, as one, through the bushland’s ilk.

They cross the creek where the water runs clear,
And the kookaburras laugh, their call sincere,
The stockman tips his hat to the magpies’ song,
As they weave through the wattles, sturdy and strong.

In the golden paddock, the Clydesdale stands tall,
Muscles rippling, eyes keen, ready for the call,
The stockman dismounts, his legs aching and sore,
But his heart swells with pride, for this land he adores.

He whispers to his steed, words only they know,
Of droughts and floods, of mates lost long ago,
And the Clydesdale nods, as if understanding it all,
Their bond unbreakable, forged through bush and squall.

So here’s to the Clydesdale mounted stockman,
A legend of the outback, a true Australian,
In the paddock’s embrace, they find solace and peace,
Two souls entwined, forever riding the vast frontier lease.
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07/03/2024

**The Stockman’s Vigil**

In the heart of the sunburnt land, where the gum trees stand tall,
A Clydesdale-mounted stockman rode, his shadow stretching long.
His eyes, like the ancient riverbeds, held tales of dust and strife,
And his weathered hat bore witness to a rugged, nomadic life.

The cattle lowed in the paddock, their hides baked by the heat,
While the jackaroos, young and eager, worked with calloused hands and feet.
Their faces bronzed by endless days beneath the scorching sun,
They milked the cows with reverence, their work far from being done.

The Clydesdale, noble and steadfast, stood sentinel on the rise,
His hooves etching stories into the red earth, under vast outback skies.
His mane, a tangle of wild grass, whispered secrets to the breeze,
As he watched over the stockmen, a silent guardian at ease.

The milk flowed into buckets, a creamy river of sustenance,
The rhythm of the jackaroos’ hands a dance of diligence.
The cattle, patient and maternal, gave their bounty willingly,
Their udders heavy with life’s elixir, a gift from the sunburnt sea.

And the stockman, atop his steed, surveyed the scene with pride,
His eyes crinkling at the corners, a smile he couldn’t hide.
For in this dusty theater, where life and labor intertwined,
He saw the heartbeat of the land—the resilience of humankind.

As the sun dipped low, casting shadows across the red terrain,
The jackaroos wiped their brows, their work etched into muscle and vein.
The Clydesdale shifted, a gentle nudge to remind them of their task,
And they gathered the buckets, their hands steady, their spirits unmasked.

The bush whispered its approval, the eucalyptus leaves a soft applause,
As the stockman guided his mount down to the milking yards once more.
For in this timeless tableau, where tradition met the sun’s embrace,
The Clydesdale-mounted stockman knew—he was part of a sacred race.

So raise your billy cans, my friends, to the stockmen and their kin,
To the jackaroos who toil under the relentless outback grin.
And may the Clydesdales carry them through the dust and endless miles,
As they milk the land’s abundance, beneath Australia’s boundless skies.

03/02/2024

Just practicing my hockey with my yellow hockey stick. Having lots of fun.

03/02/2024

Do you like the view from this bridge?

01/02/2024

Do you like the look of this Skylight Cafe meal

21/01/2024

The stockman's day begins at dawn,
With Clydesdale horse, he'll ride along,
The dusty plains, the rugged hills,
The cattle roam, the stockman wills.

The Clydesdale's strength, the stockman's pride,
Together they'll herd, side by side,
The cattle graze, the stockman leads,
The Clydesdale follows, with gentle steeds.

The sun beats down, the heat intense,
The stockman's will, his only defense,
The Clydesdale's sweat, the stockman's toil,
Together they'll work, the cattle they'll foil.

The day is done, the sun sets low,
The cattle rest, the stockman's glow,
The Clydesdale's neigh, the stockman's grin,
Together they'll rest, the cattle within.

The stockman's life, the Clydesdale's fate,
Together they'll work, till it's too late,
The cattle roam, the stockman's guide,
The Clydesdale follows, with gentle stride.

20/01/2024

The sun is high, the sky is blue,
A stockman rides a Clydesdale true.
His hat is worn, his boots are old,
But his heart is strong, his spirit bold.

The horse beneath him, strong and proud,
With every step, the earth is plowed.
Together they roam the open land,
A bond so strong, it's hard to understand.

The stockman's life is hard and rough,
But he wouldn't trade it for anything else.
For he knows that he's living free,
And that's all that he needs to be.

So here's to the stockman and his steed,
May they roam the land with all due speed.
For they are the heart of this great land,
And they'll always be there, hand in hand.