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Open Poetry #13

From The Pine Laden Forest

Songbird
Member Elite

since 1999-12-15

Posts 2184
Missouri

0 posted 2001-04-18 11:27 AM

From the pine laden woods
Across the meadow
Saws sing
Saws whine
Mechanical beavers buzz
The roar of semi's
Engines revved
Stand ready to hoist
Their precious loads
The smell of pine sawdust
Permeates the air
As loggers work from
Dawn to dusk
In overalls and boots and hard hats
Careful not to have a mishap

A loggers life is not an easy one
It takes a special kind
To go trampling through the wood
Not knowing what
May cross their path
Or end up in their lap

A loggers life is one
That's not envied
By common folks
Like me
The occupational hazzards
Of their job
Are not for wimps like me

So when I remember to
Appreciate the things
That are made from wood
That surround me everyday
I will not forget to thank
The lord, he made loggers
They're a special breed of men
Or women
Who can really truthfully say
"I worked hard today"

Sunnyone
Member Ascendant

since 2000-07-06

Posts 5334
Staffordshire, England

1 posted 2001-04-18 12:36 PM

Oh yes!!!!!! My friend, you have just struck
a chord here with me!!! I grew up in Oregon, where loggers used to make up the entire state!!!! Every word in your poem is the truth about their lives, and I applaud you for paying tribute to them....they have earned it!!!