One More For the Road 5 For Mike Harriman

June 28, 2007 He enters the forest with the metal tooth beast in hand Gently he touches the tree as if he understands The tree's fear and its individual personality As he notices a slight lean A pull on the string and soon he's in business Putting out of his mind this will never again be a haven for a nest The wood is smoothly chewed by the beast with a loud eerie sound The smell of saw dust is fragrant all around Until at last the lady in a moment is ready to fall And he lays her right down and the earth shakes from it all His heart pounds, an instant adrenaline rush to his body flows For every good cutter has to know where the tree going to go It's a matter of life and death as the birds call out in warning As they lay nestled up upon a far away branch of a relative ,adorning Now as he stands, victorious, the tree tamer And his wife begs him to get a new trade but can you blame her? He may leave the woods but one day he will return again With his luck in his back pocket, tempting fate with his gas powered friend