Lewis Raynes Poet Quatrain

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Forgotten Aussie Shed

The shears sleep heavy, lethargic and lost, 
Silent on the cold wooden floor,
Covered in webs and dust from the years, 
That have passed since they clicked to a roar,

With each sheep and ewe, and every big ram, 
In the shed that was life on the land,
In the shed where the men shore, two hundred or more, 
Sheep with their iron clad hand,

And lanolin and resin still emanate the air, 
The walls are still old mahogany brown,
But gone are the men, in blue singlets and shorts, 
Bought from the one shop in town,

Now things are quiet, the seasons they go, 
The shearing shed has gone by and by,
And these worn out lonely shears hold all of the memories, 
Under the dry burnt Australian sky.

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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton February 6, 2018 at 9:36 PM Where abouts in Australia Lewis? I remember watching sheep being dipped and branded on a property in Queensland when I was very very young. This brings back memories ... I think the property was outside of Tara, Queensland. Great poem. Lewis Raynes February 6, 2018 at 9:37 PM I live just out of Wagga Wagga, NSW. it's an old shearers quarters house with the old shed up the hill, that's where I do my art these days :), where are you, Brisbane?

Jan Allison February 5, 2018 at 2:04 PM oh wow Lewis so glad to read you still maintain the structure of the building - I loved the vivid images of the shearers and the sheep and the scent of the oils and lanolin. Such a fabulous poem I can picture the scene so much in my mind's eye:-) hugs jan xx Lewis Raynes February 5, 2018 at 3:57 PM Thanks Jan, it's a beauty of a shed, the pens are still perfect, fixed the back main sheep entrance door up the other day, about to work on the shoots where the sheep leave. it's currently being utilized as an art studio, working on an old man on a horse for ATM. Im glad u liked the poem, cheers :)

Line Gauthier February 4, 2018 at 9:00 PM Well done, Lewis. Enjoyable read and I consider it an education. Beautiful imagery. Lewis Raynes February 4, 2018 at 9:32 PM Thanks Line, this is the 100 year old shearing shed on my farm, it's disused but still looked after, i paint in it