from_the_lambing_to_the_wool
sabbie
(
by
judy_small
)
And
there've
been
times
when
I've
wondered
If
it
all
was
worth
the
doing
And
there've
been
times
when
I've
thought
This
was
the
finest
place
there
is
For
though
the
life
here's
never
easy
And
the
hours
are
long
and
heavy
I'm
quite
contented
nowadays
To
have
joined
my
life
to
his
My
father
was
a
cocky
as
his
father
was
before
him
And
I
married
me
a
cocky
nearly
fifty
years
ago
And
I've
lived
here
on
this
station
and
I've
seen
the
seasons
changing
From
the
drought
round
to
the
flooding
,
from
the
lambing
to
the
wool
Together
through
the
thirties
while
others'
lives
were
broken
We
worked
from
dawn
to
twilight
to
hold
on
to
what
was
ours
And
at
night
we'd
sit
exhausted
and
I'd
stroke
his
dusty
forehead
With
him
too
tired
to
talk
to
me
and
me
too
tired
to
care
Then
the
children
came
unbidden
bringing
laughter
to
the
homestead
And
I
thanked
the
Lord
my
sons
were
young
,
too
young
for
battle
then
And
I
counted
myself
lucky
to
lose
no
one
close
to
family
Though
the
neighbours
lost
their
only
son
,
sold
up
and
moved
to
town
And
the
children
have
grown
and
left
me
for
careers
in
town
and
city
And
I'm
proud
of
them
but
sadly
for
none
chose
station
life
And
now
I
smile
to
hear
them
talking
of
the
hard
slog
in
the
office
For
when
I
think
of
working
hard
I
see
a
cocky
and
his
wife
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