...Sawdust...

Radio Record, Volume V, Issue 12, 2 October 1931, Unnumbered Page

...Sawdust...

An odour dear to me is that of brown IVood shavings purling in a twisted stream From out the smoothing plane, like waves, that down A yellow beach topple and fall. The cream Of sawdust, too, is good. And recking glue In iron pots. And lumps of timber smoothed After the plane. The plane ttself, and blue Keen-bladed chisels. And a@ saw, sharp-tooithed, That whines long, like the wind that cries When all the ground is cold and white with hail. [nd rich red varnish. Oil that glossy lies All round the scarred wood bench, and leaves a trail To dry. And paint that tangs of linseed oil; And the strong effort of a man at toil.

Karakia