Its Shearing Time Again

It’s shearing time again My husband has to go Back to the boards again To make us all some dough. He walks out the front door Lets out a quiet moan And gathers up his cutters Tool box & his wide combs. The boss will not accept Less than 100 sheep today My husband knows full well any less won’t be much pay. He bends down as he starts he thanks God for the back aid these young bucks will never know what it was like in the ol’ days. It was 20 years ago He won the comp for the 8 hour For strongwool ewes & wethers He was at the peak of his power. The strength may not be there For time has moved on now But he knows the shortcuts As the sweat drips from his brow. He walks through the door Puts the toolbox on the sill Says to me so proudly Now you can pay the bills He may not be so perfect But to me he is a man I’ll get him through the next few months Its shearing time again Yes, I’ll get him through the next few months Its shearing time again. A true story about 2 shearers wives I know but written as one