Forest Workers
They start at dawn, and go until eve.
Working all day long,
They bring furniture into homes.
Firewood into our burners.
They’re faces rough with scruff,
touch of dirt, with dust in hair.
Plaid and jeans to cover their skin,
Boots made of leather to cover the toe.
Wearing these things to keep warm from the chilling weather.
By their side carrying cold heavy wood sword of steel.
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