A sneak peek from the book!

Photo Curtesy of Sandra Rewell

"A bush yarn that is told by Reg McClement his first time out log cutting"

I hear the bush bird sing,

its whistle gives out a piecing ring.

The air is still, but the tree still sways,

I can hear the bush a mile away.

I close my eyes, and what is it I hear?

the rustles of the leaves and a cricket near.

Theres many a sound in the bush, I say,

it surrounds you, in a magical way.

I hear the axe against the tree,

soon enough it will be set free,

and leave a stump that’s left behind,

for future fellers, it will remind.

The bush is where I want to be,

there’s nothing better than falling trees.

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Back in the early days many a log cutter sat around after a long day at their bush camp by the fire drinking tea from a billy and telling yarns or reciting bush poetry.

The Sawmillers Daughter captures that essence of what it would have been like!

Stay tuned for more sneak peek events coming soon!