I thought it was time for another poem as seeing as a few farmers around here have been shearing, I thought this was appropriate. Enjoy. Shearing – by Lorna Madson I still recall shearing at Dad’s place, All those early starts, Learning to skirt the fleeces, Pulling off the daggy parts. I remember Dad
Well we had two wonderful days in Wagin for the Woolorama. We met with the GWN crew for an interview on Thursday before we set up and then headed back to my cousins place to camp the night. We set out early the next morning along a back gravel road to cut across to Wagin…then
