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First Love
Brushies
Conflict
Give Me Courage
Trip around Australia
Homeward bound
Haiku
Huon Pine
Life is a jigsaw
Images
What is a race?
The Fourteen Mile
Strings
Chronicle of a Tree
The little wallaby
Whale Watching
List of 2005 stories
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Huon Pine
The Pieman is a river really grand
which twists and quickly flows
where enormous forest giants stand:
I wonder where it goes.
On tree-clad banks, just standing there,
I am amazed to find
an earthly paradise and treasures rare:
Blackwood and Huon Pine.
The huons here are ages old, and tall,
yet hang their branches down
to trail in swirls, their leafy fingers small
in water deep, yet never drown.
These forest giants enhance my love-affair:
I stretch my arms around them;
I feel their gnarled timber with fingers bare;
I love this priceless gem.
From a pile of weathered wood, rough sawn,
I choose some huon pine;
a magic fragrance, honey-sweet, is born
when cut from grain so fine.
From the benchtop, shavings curl in yellow strips
down to the floor below
and I'm tempted to taste with my lips
- the nectar of the woods, you know.
My table's fashioned with swirling grain
.and spotted bird's eye flecks:
on forest floor for centuries has fain
this sensuous golden phoenix.
From forested river side my table came
into my lounge today:
a transformed miracle aflame
- to satisfy my play.
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