Though progress is slow
The sawdust is proof
This tree will come down
Given time, soon enough
Each stroke of the saw
Brings fatigue to the arms
As the blade gets yet closer
The birds sound alarms
To maintain their distance
From the demolition zone
Be sure not to bother
The woodsman alone
As he maintains his strength
’til the job has been done
And move out of the way
When the day has been won
A Life in Poems 