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The Red Gum sleeper awakes

March 15, 2019

“Well it’s simple; there are some carpenters who use lifeless timber from the mill, I call it lazy man’s timber, it’s the easiest to machine, it’s forced grown, it has no durability or character in its straight broadly spread grains. My father explained and showed me how to sharpen cutting tools, tungsten tips and chisels to a razor edge so that the toughest of timbers could be machined with ease. The old crafty Scotsman would carefully work the chisel’s knife-edge in a figure eight motion upon our oilstone at 13 degrees tilt using a special cocktail of the finest of oils. He always said, choose your material carefully! It is a reflection of who you are. Do not cheat on yourself.

Perfection is not in the eye of the beholder, but in the heart of the creator. I chose this timber, not only for its intense structure and imperfections, but also for my connection with it and its connection with our Pioneers, deep inside the Cancanara scrubland. I have enjoyed many a campfire with my terrier by my side, sitting on this much worn depression in the timber sleeper. Often I have thought of the ultimate sacrifice this red gum tree made for mankind. It was hand sawn into shape and designed to carry the broad gauge railway lines between Adelaide and Melbourne. Can you imagine the thousands of railway carriages it bore? Imagine the millions of stories from passengers, filtering down through the carriages like whispers over its every single timber grain, just as passengers ignored its very presence! Imagine the load it carried for a cause to help the early Pioneers open up this unforgiving country. This railway log we call a sleeper was once a proud red gum tree before it became the backbone of thousands of travellers, millions of tonnes of wheat and barley grains and thousands of carriages of produce; all of which were the very life blood of our Pioneers’ district.”

 

 

 

  • By combining Poetry into a photograph you get POETPICS or PHOTOPOETRY.

  • A phrase of philosophy integrated into a photograph = PHILOETRY

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  • See how this and other poems play a part in the Story 'Finding Harvey’, crafting another dimension of creative writing = 3D-Poetry.​

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