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Tassie Dreaming by Meg Lewer

Can’t get to Tassie at the moment because of Covid so thought I’d paint my own scenery.
The loneliness in this old poem rings true for many.

The Shearers Wife

“Before the glare o’ dawn I rise,
To milk the sleepy cows, an’ shake,
The droving dust from tired eyes,
Look round the rabbit traps, then bake,
The children’s bread……

There’s hay to stook, an’ beans to hoe,
An’ ferns to cut in the scrub below,
Women must work, when men must go
Shearing from shed to shed….

I patch an’ darn, now evening comes,
An’ tired I am with labour sore,
Tired o’ the bush, the sheep, the gums,
Tired, but we must last for long months more…..

The moon is lonely in the sky,
Lonely the bush, an’ lonely I
Stare down the track no horse draws nigh,
An’ start . . . at the cattle bells.
Louis Esson 1900

Tassie Dreaming

Meg Lewer

AUD$1,330
Size: 45w x 60h x 2d cms
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Tassie Dreaming by Meg Lewer

Can’t get to Tassie at the moment because of Covid so thought I’d paint my own scenery.
The loneliness in this old poem rings true for many.

The Shearers Wife

“Before the glare o’ dawn I rise,
To milk the sleepy cows, an’ shake,
The droving dust from tired eyes,
Look round the rabbit traps, then bake,
The children’s bread……

There’s hay to stook, an’ beans to hoe,
An’ ferns to cut in the scrub below,
Women must work, when men must go
Shearing from shed to shed….

I patch an’ darn, now evening comes,
An’ tired I am with labour sore,
Tired o’ the bush, the sheep, the gums,
Tired, but we must last for long months more…..

The moon is lonely in the sky,
Lonely the bush, an’ lonely I
Stare down the track no horse draws nigh,
An’ start . . . at the cattle bells.
Louis Esson 1900