We are a small community in Wau
In the cool high land
Coffee planters, tea planters, foresters
Down the way is Mount Bulolo
A disused gold mine
Expats from those heady days
Stay in Wau to while away their days
Not close-knit; we are mainly Brits
Well me and my mate's son, Davy climb
2000 meters up thru rainforest jungle
Rocky waterfalls, leeches, no tracks
Half way up we sleep the night in the pouring rain
My mate Johnny, a yank, is kiap officer
For the Menyama plains
He's going home soon, met a girl
He offers to give me his two horses
A brown mare, 16 hands and her 6 month old foal
The only way is by foot.
Me and Davy stay the night
In his bamboo hut
The next day I take the reins
And Davy, the foal.
Johnny and I bid each other farewell
I've come here by plane a few times
To visit the Menyama farmers.
Going down the mountain is harder than going up
The horses stumble on the slippery rocks
We sleep again half way down
In the tumbling rain.
In triumph we walk heads high
Through Wau to silent applause
I break in the foal
And Davy rides the mare
Proud 12 year old.
We did the adventure
And glad it was.