Ode to Jagungal

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. -The man from Snowy River, A.B “Banjo” Patterson. TO DESCRIBE a place such as this – It is … More Ode to Jagungal