feed me, feed me.
Logs lifted, Herculean effort
Man hands strong
girl hands not so much.
chop chop, hurry up
the snow will be here soon enough,
stack it higher, up up up.
eyes searching warily for spiders and bugs,
no snakes yet I sigh relieved ,
only fifteen more cord to go before I sleep.
Log pile grows one more on, then one falls,
not much of an artist where wood logs concerned,
tumbling, falling , dogs running away,
hey bring that back here,
I need that to make the rest stay.
So I’m not good at stacking this I know well,
you can’t fire me
labor is free,
I’m just here to help so just let it be,
you can move it all later,
I won’t notice at all
just be careful while lifting
it may just all fall.
Post note….this is not the stack I made ever!!! Too pretty. Too embarrassed to take photo of my artwork through stacking.