These are the men with the sun-tanned faces <br />and the keen far-sighted eyes- <br />the men of the open spaces, <br />and the land where the mirage lies. <br /> <br />The men who have learnt to master <br />the forces of fire and drought <br />and the demon Flood's disaster <br />in the fields of furthest out. <br /> <br />The men who have stood together <br />and shared in the fight with fate <br />and known the strength of the tether <br />that holds a mate to his mate. <br /> <br />Who ride with a gallant bearing <br />where every saddle's a throne, <br />and each is an emperor sharing <br />an empire enough for his own. <br /> <br />They are strangers to airs and graces, <br />and scornful of power and pride- <br />the Men of the Open Spaces, <br />who rule the world when they ride.<br /><br />William Henry Ogilvie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-men-of-the-open-spaces/
