Ripsaw Poem by Christopher Tye

Ripsaw



Ripsaw

Reducing board widths to fit,
In the old days ripsaws ruled before circular saws,
Points per inch quite low for a swifty cut,
Saw dust a plenty as the cut progresses,
A good one will survive decades of work,
Working along timber baulks cutting to size.

By Christopher Tye

Monday, September 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: tool,tools,work
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Christopher Tye

Christopher Tye

Lincolnshire, England
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