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
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good subject..I think 'enlightening' condemns the act of felling the trees and the poem sounds a little circastic about the lumberjacks..good poem10