It is a pretty spot one may well admire
This land holds a history of harsh drought and fire

The farm has gentle hills others very steep
A home for generations an ideal place for sheep

Miranda had a job her project took a year
She grew a fleece of wool and now it’s time to shear

Perhaps a little precious not fond of being shorn
But it must be done before her lamb is born

Many years were spent in perfection of her line
Today she is known as Merino Superfine

Time to get a start according to the clock
Waiting in the holding pen with the others of her flock

And so the day begins nothing more is said
The combs come alive within the shearing shed

A highly skilled team and trusted roustabout
They’ll have the lot done before the day is out

It’s Miranda’s turn! She’s plucked from the fold
Taken swift but kind safe in expert hold

The shearer knows his trade and shorn across the land
Miranda needn’t fret there’s not a better hand

The shears begin to buzz belly, back legs and ‘round
Taking extra care where her teats are found

Topknot trimmed away chest and neck are clear
With skill of a surgeon around her eye and ear

Now the pace quickens moves becoming bolder
Shears glide to take the fleece away from Miranda’s shoulder

Then longer blows shearer’s got the knack
The fleece is giving way handpiece sweeps her back

Next the other side strength completes the job
Miranda’s out the shoot and rejoins her mob

Miranda returns to graze and grow next year’s clip
Today’s fleece will make its way to foreign lands by ship

As early Springtime comes marked by longer days
She’ll have another job to do a newborn lamb to raise

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