Playing Lumberjack Poem by William McGehee

My gloves are stained with the dripping of sap
The sweat has soaked through to the brim of my cap
The sun has cut through the clouds of the morning
The chain saw is reving, and ripping, and roaring.

And now my axe bit bites into the tree
I'm sore and I'm hot, but happy and free.
Enjoying my time out in the fresh air
Enjoying a more simple task without care

And now at the end, I sit drinking my beer
The need for the lumberjack no longer here.
I return, once again, to the everyday grind,
That happy escape still fresh in my mind.