Poem by Barry Donchi

This poem was written by a man who like us, is passionate about utilizing
timbers that have been pulled out of constructions built back when our
Australian hardwood timbers were cheap, plentiful and under valued, and
reusing them in a very worthwhile manner. In our case, creating something
that is utilitarian on one hand and oozing with character and 'soul' on
the other. This is timber with history and a story and this poem
exemplifies that so beautifully.
I stood astride the ranges four hundred years or more,
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They came with sombre faces - had murder in their eye,
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Dawn was fresh - they stripped me bare - lopped me at the
crown,
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Ten thousand tons a week I bore as a staunch on in a bridge,
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Treat me gentle now - with reverence- for I've surely done it
tough,
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Take me, share me, love me, help keep away the tears
Barry Donchi - Timber Recycler, Conversationalist, Timber Lover
Managing Director Nullarbor Forest Timber Industries
Pty Ltd Est. 1995
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