I watched an old man
climb up a tall dead tree.
With huge Y shaped branches
that spread out from the tree.
A chain saw hung from his belt,
with all the rope he'd need.
A dirty old cap
made him a sight to see.
A spotter on the ground
looked on with a careful eye.
A fall from such a height
could mean the old man might die.
He roped off one end
where the Y became a V
Then fired up his saw
as he stood alongside the tree.
The ladder shook
with every move he made.
The chain saw buzzed
as the chain spun around the blade.
A sharp crack sounded
as the first notch was made.
The second back-cut brought the crash
as the branch fell away.
I heard the old man yell,
'that's an eight second ride, '
as the branch fell to earth.
He looked relieved and let out a sigh.
It was something to do
on this warm summer day.
Watch an old man at work
and how he earned his pay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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