The Old Museum Poem by Margaret O Driscoll

The old museum, cramped and small
Crammed with artifacts wall to wall

Photos of planters houses on display
Symbols of subjugation of another day
Flying column uniform, a Crossley tender wheel
The struggle for our freedom, tangible, real

Exhibits from our agricultural past
Old ways long gone, change came fast
Old tools - a rusted sheep shears
Hand shearing, a skill of bygone years

A time paced slowly by horse power
Traditional tasks hour on hour
I reminisce by the replica smithy
Time flies fast now, what a pity!