It is a pretty spot
That one may well admire
But this land holds memories
Of harsh drought and fire
The farm is cradled on all sides
By rolling gentle hills, others very steep
A home for many generations
The ideal place for sheep
Miranda has been hard at work
Her project takes a year
Growing a fleece of wool
And now it’s time to shear
Perhaps a little precious
Not fond of being shorn
But best to be done
Before...
