Best Shearing Poems

I'll bet this set of rusty shears have a story they could tell,
of the loneliness and broken backs in a land that's hot as hell,
where hopes and dreams mirrored lives that these shearers led,
here among the ruins of an outback-shearing shed.

I'll bet this set of...

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Ronald was a tough old ram, the biggest of his breed
Daniel was a clipperman, renowned of shearing deed
Many sheep were sheared that day and woolless they had fled
Before those two met in affray and battled in the shed!

Ronald, he had seen old Wallace wrestled to...

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The yards behind the shearing shed are overgrown with grass
And the fence posts look a little worse for wear
There’s cobwebs on the tractors that are sitting all forlorn
And a farm cat snoozes gently on a chair

The boards have not been trodden by a shearer’s boot...

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Everything becomes atmospheric in its nature: 
 the black rock holding open a door to a room with no entry. 
Redemption comes with a price, 
 but it is not for sale here.
Kind gestures mastering no weight,
 and music being played idly through a cracked...

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A man who'd crowned himself a vainglorious king,
'twas filled with foolish pride and never-ending need
to be revered with loud praises, heard in echoes ring.
Ego plowed the fields in his mind, planting that seed,
and he cared not if bitter words made hearts bleed.

Though smug notions danced...

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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...

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Larger than large, fostering the void, 
Rippled iron for the walls, roof and door,
Above six-foot legs reaching up from the dirt, 
To cradle the woollen greased floor,

With broken old memories in the years now at peace, 
Years from the sheep shearing and men,
Years of disused...

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My head hangs low above the sink,
Ha, no, unlikely what you think!
True, there were times excessive drink
Did see the gut, recoiling, shrink.

Nay, far more happy time and place
Would best describe the here and now,
But weeds have overrun the fields;
It’s time to put the hand to...

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the sheep won't be led to slaughter /until sheared into submission...

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