Our Back Yard
Twin poplars over eighty feet
one proud and full of life
Then nature in a twist of fate
crept in one windy night
Nature doesn't pick and choose
it takes what's in its path
The feeble weakling of the two
a victim of its wrath
Laying there upon the ground
thirty feet of tree
Stretched across the fallen leaves
so very sad to see
With winter coming very soon
I know the joy it'll bring
I slowly cut it into logs
and my heart began to sing
My fireplace will come to life
bringing warmth and bliss
And nature in its twist of fate
will give us happiness.....
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