The weather had been sultry for a fortnight's time or more,
And the shearers had been driving might and main,
For some had got the century who'd ne'er got it before,
And now all hands were wishing for the rain.
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But the sky is clouding over, and the thunder's muttering loud, And the clouds are driving eastward o'er the plain, And I see the lightning flashing from the edge of yon black cloud, And I hear the gentle patter of the rain. Beautifully penned.Thanks poet for the poem.
A beautiful poetry with a nice style of telling a story. very interesting and don't like to skip a single line. 'But now the rain is over, let the pressers spin the screw, Let the teamsters back the waggons in again, And we'll block the classer's table by the way we'll put them through, For everything is merry since the rain.'.. is very nice. Loved the poem.
A brillinat poem with eloquence and stunning expression.
A fantastic flight of imagery with an equally fantastic style of narration.
Intricately woven narrative poem with vivid images of farm workers and sheep shearers. Brilliant.
Sultry! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.