The Woodsman Poem by Kewayne Wadley

There she sat
watching the woodsman swing his axe
Her need turned to affection over the times spent
watching
waiting what happens next
The trees mimicked the times he's spent in her eyes
The woodsman soon looked up to find her gaze
unknowing her stare
There he stood as his axe came to an halt
Alluring was she whom gazed
the times spent in his company wasn't really time at all
Her eyes shone a deep ember as the sun peaked through the trees
Her fur copper tone as it shone of the softest touch
An emptiness was suddenly filled through the piercing of their souls
Morning raised the height of the suns weight
leaves riddled through the the winds caress of the spaces of cut down trees that laid by his boots
The shadows slowly gave way to the light that felt the space between them
Could there be more thought she
Echoes of the axe striking the different trees littered the forest for quite a distance
The burning of fresh wood could be smelled through the brisk country air of a small home not to far away
Many times she stood in watch
Through the times his yells could be heard in frustration
Through the calm moments where nothing but the crackling of the trees could be heard before hitting the ground
They often brought a loud rumbling
Scattering the leaves at rest
Making the other animals scurry
As well as she
Not understanding she awoke a passion she didn't know existed deep within her fur
Bringing a sensation that tingled in her paws
In watching for the lengths she did it brought forth a sense of purpose
A sense of need that haunted in her sleep
She became familiar with the sound of his voice
the different times he could be seen in the different parts of the forest
Her affair could be noticed here and there
Most times in fear the woodsman would scare her away although she'd scurry right back
she knew the risk she'd take but she grew excited as it brought them closer
Time grew older
as did she
As did he
The time came where he grew ill and died of a massive heart attack before he could swing his axe
There he laid against the tree
Her eyes grew sadden
Her wails could be heard for miles
as she approached him and laid her head against his hand as they stared into each others eyes for the last time