Watching

• Cameron Clark, Grade 3
• Poetry
• 2008

As I hear the huge machinery,
I watch the sheep eat the soft grass.
A little woolly lamb crawls past my feet,
It has a big dangerous life ahead.
People shearing; bigger sheep scaring the little ones asleep,
People stop working and have a smoko.
I go and fetch the pick up truck and move the sheep.
I open the gate and put the sheep in.
I can smell the fresh air,
And all the brown dust gets in my mouth.