A Cord Of Wood (Interlocking Rubaiyat) Poem by Charlie Parant

we used to drive the gravel roads
while hoping nothing big explodes
delivering a cord of wood
in pickup trucks with heavy loads

we drove more quickly than we should
trying not to lose the firewood
taking corners way to fast
the crazy risks of childhood

when thinking back about the past
those memories that we've amassed
and stories we still tell today
but mostly just the good ones last

a little work, a little play
delivered wood for little pay
we would have done it anyway
yes, would have done it anyway