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The moon is lonely in the Sky by Meg Lewer – Travelling around Tassie last week and seeing lots of lonely shearing sheds made me think of those who were left behind when the men went shearing from shed to shed.

“Before the glare o’ dawn I rise
To milk the sleepy cows, an’ shake
The droving dust from tired eyes.
I set the rabbit traps, then bake
The children’s bread.
There’s hay to stook, an’ beans to hoe,
Ferns to cut i’ th’ 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 cows, the gums,
Tired, but must dree for long months more
What no tongue tells.
The moon is lonely in the sky,
The bush is lonely, an’ lonely I
Stare down the track no horse draws nigh
An’ start . . . at the cattle bells.
Louise Essen 1886

The artwork is 30 x 30cm – Comes framed in a light beech shadowbox frame which brings total dimensions to 53x53cm.

The moon is lonely in the Sky

Meg Lewer

AUD$1,080
Size: 53w x 53h x 2d cms
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The moon is lonely in the Sky by Meg Lewer – Travelling around Tassie last week and seeing lots of lonely shearing sheds made me think of those who were left behind when the men went shearing from shed to shed.

“Before the glare o’ dawn I rise
To milk the sleepy cows, an’ shake
The droving dust from tired eyes.
I set the rabbit traps, then bake
The children’s bread.
There’s hay to stook, an’ beans to hoe,
Ferns to cut i’ th’ 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 cows, the gums,
Tired, but must dree for long months more
What no tongue tells.
The moon is lonely in the sky,
The bush is lonely, an’ lonely I
Stare down the track no horse draws nigh
An’ start . . . at the cattle bells.
Louise Essen 1886

The artwork is 30 x 30cm – Comes framed in a light beech shadowbox frame which brings total dimensions to 53x53cm.