Your fingers so frozen you can’t hardly move
Cougars roam around just for fun
A silky black bat shows up when he wants
A pitchfork you use as a gun
Warming your hands
On the splitter exhaust
there must be a better way
The smell of the cows
From the neighboring farm
Makes you realize this wasn’t the day
Load after load of heavy green wood
Elm, oak and the like
Custom requests
Slowing you down
The handle loose on the pike
Peeve’s and pallets
Skunks from the road
Keeping the logs off the ground
and yet the smell
Of freshly split fir
Keeps you coming back around
The Inspiration
This gives those who have never ran a woodyard just a small taste of what life is like there. The poem could have had many many more stanzas to be sure - but this seemed the right amount of this time around.