Dr. Vernon Murray, Assistant Professor of Marketing

"The Man From Snowy River"
by 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.

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I secretly weep when I read this poem. This is my first time confessing that. It's his sense of not giving up that gets to me; not letting others' negative opinions sway him. I have dealt with that, personally. Plus, there is the whole notion of a man battling the elements. There is something great that happened to me -- life changing, little by little -- while kayaking the Great Lakes, or stumbling up the Golden Stairs in Alaska, or climbing pyramids in 100+ degree weather. That's what the man from Snowy River did: he went for it. He made his best effort, win or lose.

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