A wooden fortress to keep marauders out
a stockade made from trunks
barks we give to dogs
logs to keep the fires burning
lathes are turning out
spindles
and all the time
the forest dwindles
eventually
there'll be
one
tree
and someone
will carve a heart
on it.
while I wait for the kettle to boil.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
A wooden fortress to keep marauders out
a stockade made from trunks
barks we give to dogs
logs to keep the fires burning
lathes are turning out
spindles
and all the time
the forest dwindles
eventually
there'll be
one
tree
and someone
will carve a heart
on it.
while I wait for the kettle to boil.
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