More than a playground my first workplace
Tooled up with bow saw and axe
A windfall of branches gathered
I saw the wood amongst the trees
Chopped to trim before I take a bough
Dragged through the forest across the road
To be seated on a wooden horse
Where kindling not sourced from Amazon
Teeth bite sawdust blows in the wind
I log on, to fuel the warmth of the fireplace
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