Wool in the City

Hawera Star, Volume XLV, 27 March 1926, Page 11

Wool in the City

Loaded lorries in Darling Street, Wool bales banded with blue, ’ And the hand of the law, it stops our cars, To let tli e wool go through. And my heart it jolts, with a sickening beat, As I take in the name I know; AAA wethers. One, nine, eight, Binderwee North, below. I sit at my desk, and I fiog my mind To keep on the beaten track; But the homesick soul of me fakes no ’ heed; ' - ; _ It is watching the shed, outback. The shearers are putting- big figures up. On weaners, or lambs, I trow. Many’s the time I bossed the she'd— Wonder who’s bossing it now? Hope the old man’s got c-haps. lie can • trust, Half of his-wife’s relations, . Somebody told me, yesterweek, Are swarming over the stations. Binderwee North and Pleasant Flats — Dad and mv mother named ’em; Lord! how the little mum loved it all, Till she died—and another claimed ’ini. I’ve made quite a pile since I c-ame. to 1 town; ' v But what is my life to be, When a whiff of sheep from a.passing train Can torture, the heart of me? >.• Who was it said that Bindierwee South Is, for sale? If that be true ; I’nr back to the land. Good seasons - or drouth, • v I ’ll watch my own wool go through. —The Wayback, in ‘the Sydney Morning Herald.