Old grey split boards now lie
Under flapping tin~
Once new Lister engine .. Now still
Making these days no more din~
Cracked and dry old leather belts
That ran the boggi now hang loose and low~
The smell of wool still slightly lingers
From once polished rails long ago~
Creaking building in daylight warmth
Sadness one feels stepping in~
Deep inside a bushman's heart
Old shed ..sorry sight .. So grim~
But old shed you are not dead yet
But tied as here you stand~
Gone are the days of summer dust and haze
When you were young and ever grand~
And now you keep company old shed
With old yards and gates and races~
No longer are you filled with sheep
And loved with noise and life's embraces~
Once yelling and press thumping
Old lister with rhythm pure~
Flapping belts and tar boys running
But now ..loneliness you endure~
You had your day in your time I say
As then you stood so proud and grand~
And now ... You bring back memories
To a just as old and grey once busy man~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018