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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Australian Children’s Poetry 