Rock solid but only of wood
Firm legs firm, as firm legs should
Burden a beam above the ground
To push and hold the pushing down
Race a storm to shutter a sash
Creaky cold repel the blast
Stoke the raging furnace fire
Expel the warmth to all's desire
Revealing light of springtime shows
A crack or two from bearing load
Summer's here, repair anew
Fresh facade hides well the glue
Autumn colors blend and frame
A domicile they proclaim
In the glimmer of twilight ash
Lie the timber born of rasp
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A finely-expressed, muscular paean to wood, carefully carved and well-rendered in words!