blunt
ArboristSite Operative
I often write poems and song lyrics during quiet moments at work or when I feel inspired. They use to be about surfing, my family, a pretty girl I saw on the street etc. Now they are about wood ... firewood ... mad!
here's one I just scribbled down:
Fell it, Limb it, Cut it - watch it turn to flames
Split it, Chop it, Love it - these crazy firewood games
Oak, Elm and Maple, some un-wanted Pine
Cut it, Split it, Rip it, this firewood so fine
They keep telling me 'its hard work' but I just nod and smile
The keep telling me 'its fools gold' and I must be off my dial
But passion for things timber is firing thru my veins
Fell it, Limb it, cut it - and watch it turn to flames.
here's one I just scribbled down:
Fell it, Limb it, Cut it - watch it turn to flames
Split it, Chop it, Love it - these crazy firewood games
Oak, Elm and Maple, some un-wanted Pine
Cut it, Split it, Rip it, this firewood so fine
They keep telling me 'its hard work' but I just nod and smile
The keep telling me 'its fools gold' and I must be off my dial
But passion for things timber is firing thru my veins
Fell it, Limb it, cut it - and watch it turn to flames.