Thread: Poet's dream worlds

In 1970 a little 10 year old girl recited a poem at a talent quest and won first prize. Guess Who? (heeheehee). Learning a ballad to the point where you can render it smoothly from the heart, not needing to look at the words, takes you rite into the dream world of the poem (ecstasy!!!)

You have to use a beat to get the rhythm and learn to commit the verses to memory. A beat like ...

da d-da d-da
da d-da d-da

But once you've got it down verbatim (doing it daily with the script for weeks) then the magic starts ... and then you begin to go into "Reverie" and begin to render the poem with all your personal emotions, (without music). In "Reverie" you enter the inner-world, (the dream world), while awake.

Here is the poem my mum helped me learn for a 1970 country talant contest.

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Click video number 3 for the best rendition of the entire Man from Snowy River poem,

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3. The man from Snowy River, 1890

It used to be on Youtube but maybe these people bought it. It took me ages to find

So Enjoy

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iconic Banjo Paterson bush ballads - Australian Geographic

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THE MAN FROM SNOWY RIVER
by A.B. "Banjo" Paterson (published 1890).


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 stockhorse 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 a 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.


"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 stockhorse 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.


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 stringybarks 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 further 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. (a Curse)


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 reed beds sweep and sway
To the breezes,
and the rolling plains are wide,
The man from Snowy River
is a household word today,
And the stockmen tell the story of his ride.

The Bulletin, 26 April 1890.

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