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The Outback Shearing Shed

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LindsayP
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0 posted 11-17-2007 08:09 PM       View Profile for LindsayP   Email LindsayP   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for LindsayP


          The Outback Shearing Shed

Thereís movement at the station for itís time to earn their keep
And all the station hands were ready for their chore,
The musterers had penned up the first big mob of sheep,
The shearers too were ready for whatever lay in store..

Itís a busy time in early Spring when shearing time is nigh,
The station dogs are ready too, at this time every year,
The boss is looking upwards hoping for a clear blue sky,
For heavy rain brings great disdain & remains a constant fear.

The bell is rung, the shearers start for a long days work ahead,
Each one hoping for a ton as they survey the waiting flock,
The waiting strain that each one felt immediately now has fled,
As they shear away the belly wool and trim the crutch and hocks.

In unison theyíre shearing now , the handpiece opens up the wool,
Up the neck, then round the shoulder, the soft wool falling free,
Each shearer showing fervent skill with the hand piece running full,
As they slip into the long blow with a great show of energy.

The ringer has his head in front as he goes down the whipping side,
Eager to show why heís the best as he shoves the old ewe down the race,
The picker up picks up the fleece and by his expert hands that guide,
Spreads the fleece with perfect skill as most usually is the case.

The cry goes out for wool away as the other fleeces hit the floor,
Each shearer glad the seasonís on and all strive to make a tidy tally,
Theyíre cross-bred ewes and good to shear a fact they canít ignore,
Great sheep to build a good total up and no one  will dilly- dally.

The dogs are barking in the pens, as they strive to keep them full,
For the men who do the penning up, then they draft another mob,
For the musterers as they bring them in, most with their bellyís full,
To keep the whole show running smoothly as each one knows his job.

The fleeces on the table spread, are skirted, rolled and classed,
Then placed in their appropriate bins which number half a score ,
With an empty wool bail in the press all know the waiting time is past,
With the bossís son and his Jackaroo mate ready for their chore.

Shearing goes on for many weeks with an occasional call for tar,
The weatherís kind, dry itís been but now storm clouds gather overhead,
But the final sheep goes down the race & shearers head for the local bar
And slowly a normal life returns to that outback shearing shed.

                                                                              
  







© Copyright 2007 Lindsay P Wilson - All Rights Reserved
latearrival
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1 posted 11-18-2007 12:33 AM       View Profile for latearrival   Email latearrival   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for latearrival

Thank you for this.I was there with you all the way and learned something new. "late"
Earth Angel
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2 posted 11-18-2007 03:42 PM       View Profile for Earth Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Earth Angel's Home Page   View IP for Earth Angel

Hand me some shears and I'll right fleece them woollies, nice 'n clean! ~ 'Cause I just learned how it's done from Aussie Man!

My yearning to visit the Land Down Under, is getting stronger with every poem of yours that I read on your beloved homeland!

Warm hug-o-love to you, LP,
Linda
Artic Wind
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3 posted 11-18-2007 03:59 PM       View Profile for Artic Wind   Email Artic Wind   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Artic Wind

I love the outback!

all the wild life, and wild plants, and the best sun set

ARCTIC WIND
Bleeding Ink
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4 posted 11-18-2007 06:26 PM       View Profile for Bleeding Ink   Email Bleeding Ink   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Bleeding Ink

enjoyed your poem story
very descriptive!
LindsayP
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Late, Linda, Arctic Wind and Bleeding Ink,

How would we all get on if we didn't have kind folks like you to give us a pat on the back now and again, Thanks sincerely, And welcome Bleeding Ink to Passions in Poetry.

Lindsay
Rick
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6 posted 11-20-2007 01:43 PM       View Profile for Rick   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Rick's Home Page   View IP for Rick

Hi Lindsay, another great one from you my friend, enjoyed every line. Take care and be well.

Rick
Earl Brinkman
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7 posted 09-24-2010 05:56 PM       View Profile for Earl Brinkman   Email Earl Brinkman   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Earl Brinkman

I learned about shearing today.  Thanks.
 
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