Dog Master

Dog Master By Kevin L Fairbrother Fifty dogs all different in size and shape Impossible to tell the type of breed, mate All the dogs have a discriptive and unique name Irene, knows them all, for none are the same … Only Irene can handle and work this team of dogs They trust and respect her in the paddock, bush and bogs Their home in the bush a stone throw from the house Made of tin, steel and hollow logs free of louse … Heading, gathering or pushing in the paddocks In the yard, on the sheep's back, the dogs are no hicks Commands yelled out amid the noisy barking The dog master Irene gets the job done, she is king … The hounds on the hill get excited and start baying The rousers stretch their leads in the air they spring The horse all saddled, the men go forth with guns Time for a Kangaroo hunt down by the creek run … The dogs search for sheep on the plains and hills They gather, they drive never fearing the terrain or spills In weather of heat, snow, cold winds or driving rain They push the mob towards their master, Irene … The sheep yard-ed the dogs job is done Head for home, horse, rider and dogs as one All the dogs patted when the chains done up Given a feed of kangaroo and water to warm-up … Snug in their kennels, worn out and asleep Oblivious to the howling wind, cold and sleet The dogs resting for their work is never done As their master, Irene heads home on the run