dry spell travelling stock forage the long paddock
cloudless nightthe sheep herd corralledby moonbeams
misty morningthe blowing breaths of a bull calf
a tricky jigsaw . . .across the sunset valley lines of merinosBarbara A. Taylor
summer’s closea farmer tamps the endof his roll-your-ownMarietta McGregor
drought reliefa farmer whoops through puddles in his underpants
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