.4. Enlightening Poem by David Threadgold

Chipping and chopping at timber
Tall trees are made into logs
Deep within a dark forest
With lumberjacks wearing their clogs

When you hear no chip or chopping
Before a loud timber is calling
Keep all your wits keen about you
Another tall tree must be falling

From settling dirt, dust and debris
Came a huge check shirted hunk
To drag away the fallen tree
With a chain wrapped around its thick trunk

Then he will start up his tractor
Once having called his old dog in
Yet again making more daylight
Where the lumberjacks spent a day logging


© 2008 David Threadgold
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