The Shearing Shed.....

The smell of sheep,

wool, and sweat

assails the nostrils

in the shearing shed;

grinders whirring,

sparks flying

as the cutting blades

are sharpened.

Gentlemen start your engines!

Each shearer works

at his own pace

yet keeps an eye on

the others, for the

final tallies matter

when it comes to pay day.

Tea breaks are welcomed,

billy tea and scones,

with a hearty midday lunch

to fuel aching backs.

On a good run four hundred

are fleeced,

with

wool

sorted,

baled,

and

stacked.....


D'verse poets have given us a prompt to describe a 'setting' which should include using descriptive words to transport one to that particular setting. As a farmer's daughter the shearing shed was a very familiar place.....

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