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Our Hastings Woodworkers Guild Workshops and Clubrooms are situated in Timbertown - the historic 1800s theme village at Wauchope NSW.
 
While we are not busy with club projects or clubroom duties, it is a joy to wander the village and encounter the characters who enliven the day to day.

Bullocky

an extract

Beside his heavy-shouldered team 

thirsty with drought and chilled with rain, 

he weathered all the striding years 

till they ran widdershins in his brain: 

Till the long solitary tracks 
etched deeper with each lurching load 
were populous before his eyes, 
and fiends and angels used his road.

All the long straining journey grew 

a mad apocalyptic dream, 

and he old Moses, and the slaves 

his suffering and stubborn team. 

Then in his evening camp beneath 

the half-light pillars of the trees

he filled the steepled cone of night 

with shouted prayers and prophecies.

While past the campfires crimson ring 

the star struck darkness cupped him round.

and centuries of cattle-bells 

rang with their sweet uneasy sound. 

From Judith Wright http://www.poemhunter.com/best-poems/judith-wright/bullocky-2/

The Village Blacksmith
an extract

Under a spreading chestnut tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.

His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whateer he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.

Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.

And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.

Toiling,--rejoicing,--sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a nights repose.

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of lifeOur fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought!

 From Henry Wadsworth Longfellow http://www.readbookonline.net/readOnLine/1218/

With special thanks to Craig the Bullocky and Doug the Smithy from Timbertown

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