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Kelley Anne
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Robert Kessels
Robert Kessels
"Awesome Aussie"



Name:
Robert Kessels, 41/Male
Last login: over 3 weeks ago
Local time:10:59 AM
Join date:17 years, 1 month, 17 days ago
Location: Mingenew Australia

About me:
Country boy thru and thru, love tattos though I dont have any yet myself, started blacksmithing recently with the intent to make swords, battleaxes, daggers etc. If want to know more, you will have to ask
About you:
Ill talk to anyone and everyone
Looking for: Friendship and dating
Orientation: Straight
Herds: Elaine's Wet Spot
Robert's tales
Robert Kessels
The Man from Snowy River
by A. B. "Banjo" Paterson
There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from Old Regret had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses -- he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had mustered at the homestead overnight,
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,
And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.
There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup,
The old man with his hair as white as snow;
But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up --
He would go wherever horse and man could go.
And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand,
No better horseman ever held the reins;
For never horse could throw him while the saddle-girths would stand,
He learnt to ride while droving on the plains.
And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast,
He was something like a racehorse undersized,
With a touch of Timor pony -- three parts thoroughbred at least --
And such as are by mountain horsemen prized.
He was hard and tough and wiry -- just the sort that won't say die --
There was courage in his quick impatient tread;
And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye,
And the proud and lofty carriage of his head.
But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay,
And the old man said, "That horse will never do
For a long and tiring gallop -- lad, you'd better stop away,
Those hills are far too rough for such as you."
So he waited sad and wistful -- only Clancy stood his friend --
"I think we ought to let him come," he said;
"I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end,
For both his horse and he are mountain bred."

Robert Kessels "Awesome Aussie" Knackered - 16 years, 8 months, 29 days ago
Robert Kessels
"He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's side,
Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough,
Where a horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride,
The man that holds his own is good enough.
And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home,
Where the river runs those giant hills between;
I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam,
But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen."
So he went -- they found the horses by the big mimosa clump --
They raced away towards the mountain's brow,
And the old man gave his orders, "Boys, go at them from the jump,
No use to try for fancy riding now.
And, Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right.
Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills,
For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight,
If once they gain the shelter of those hills."
So Clancy rode to wheel them -- he was racing on the wing
Where the best and boldest riders take their place,
And he raced his stock-horse past them, and he made the ranges ring
With the stockwhip, as he met them face to face.
Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash,
But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view,
And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash,
And off into the mountain scrub they flew.
Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep and black
Resounded to the thunder of their tread,
And the stockwhips woke the echoes, and they fiercely answered back
From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead.
And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way,
Where mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide;
And the old man muttered fiercely, "We may bid the mob good day,
No man can hold them down the other side."
When they reached the mountain's summit, even Clancy took a pull,
It well might make the boldest hold their breath,
The wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full
Of wombat holes, and any slip was death.
But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head,
And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer,
And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed,
While the others stood and watched in very fear.

Robert Kessels "Awesome Aussie" Knackered - 16 years, 8 months, 29 days ago
Robert Kessels
He sent the flint stones flying, but the pony kept his feet,
He cleared the fallen timber in his stride,
And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat --
It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride.
Through the stringy barks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground,
Down the hillside at a racing pace he went;
And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound,
At the bottom of that terrible descent.
He was right among the horses as they climbed the farther hill,
And the watchers on the mountain standing mute,
Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely, he was right among them still,
As he raced across the clearing in pursuit.
Then they lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met
In the ranges, but a final glimpse reveals
On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet,
With the man from Snowy River at their heels.
And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam.
He followed like a bloodhound on their track,
Till they halted cowed and beaten, then he turned their heads for home,
And alone and unassisted brought them back.
But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot,
He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur;
But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot,
For never yet was mountain horse a cur.
And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise
Their torn and rugged battlements on high,
Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze
At midnight in the cold and frosty sky,
And where around the Overflow the reedbeds sweep and sway
To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide,
The man from Snowy River is a household word to-day,
And the stockmen tell the story of his ride
Robert Kessels "Awesome Aussie" Knackered - 16 years, 8 months, 29 days ago
Robert Kessels
When you get what you want in your struggle for self,
and the world makes you King for a day,
Go to the mirror and take a look at yourself,
and see what that man has to say,
For it isnt a mans mother father or wife,
whos judgment on you must pass,
The fellow whos verdict counts most in your life,
is the one staring back from the glass.

Some people may think you a straight shooting bloke
and call you a wonderful guy,
but the man in the glass says your only a joke,
if you cant look him straight in the eye.

Hes the fellow to please ... Never mind the rest,
for hes with you clear up to the end,
And you've passed your most difficult and dangerous test,
if the man in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of the years,
and get pats on the back as you pass,
but your final reward will be heartache and tears,
if you've cheated the man in the glass.
Robert Kessels "Awesome Aussie" Knackered - 16 years, 11 months, 19 days ago
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Kelley Anne
Missing you Rob xoxox
Bite me! You have been given Bite me!.
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Kelley Anne "Kelley" - 13 years, 9 months, 23 days ago
Kelley Anne
Hope you've been well Rob...Missing you and our chats xoxoxo
Lonely when you're not around You have been given Lonely when you're not around.
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Kelley Anne "Kelley" - 13 years, 12 months, 2 days ago
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Cheeky hello You have been given Cheeky hello.
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Kelley Anne "Kelley" - 14 years, 2 months, 28 days ago
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you are a very important pet! You have been given you are a very important pet!.
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Let's Play Baby You have been given Let's Play Baby.
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Were You Looking For This? You have been given Were You Looking For This?.
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