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Sample Poem (p. 29):
Our long two-person crosscut saw's at rest.
For one more time it's helped us stay abreast
of winter and most of the year ahead.
And though billows of white surround the shed,
snow-floods don't keep us from woodpiles inside,
whose warmth outlasts cold waves of wintertide.
How many hours we pulled that five-foot blade
and heard the smooth and rhythmic notes it played
upon rough trunks of ash and elm and oak!
We know our work will all go up in smoke,
but that has not stopped us from loving it.
The season only is itself when lit
by fires we and old sawteeth build together
to live in harmony with wintry weather.