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Sawing Firewood For My Dad, Again

Sawing Firewood For My Dad, Again "Saw them logs boys, saw them logs heat for the kitchen, heat for the halls Winter is going to be so very cold, so get it done before we all grow old." Boys, don't gripe, somebody got to do it so hurry up and get right on to it Winter is coming on and lickety-split we need that firewoood before it hits Early morning hours before going to school sawing damn firewood, sure wasn't cool Getting tired and sweaty wasn't any fun stacking newly cut firewood by the ton! A boy of fourteen truly does not care to pull a damn crosscut saw anywhere If his washing dishes wasn't bad enough now this job, it was sho' nuff tough Working two hours before school was bad four more after school made one really mad Curse this damn wood and this damn life hickory ain't butter, this saw aint a knife! Someday, I'll get a real fine job then get myself rich like so many other men Fancy myself with riches and a beautiful wife curse this damn wood and this damn life "Saw them logs boys, saw them logs heat for the kitchen, heat for the halls Winter is going to be so very cold, so get it done before we all grow old." Stop yelling, we sawing to beat the band want any better, get another slaving hand We cut and stack this crap all the time pay is lousy, not even one thin dime Big bro' pulling on the saw's other end laughing at me , with that damn silly grin "Little bro', stop bitching you're wasting spit nothing to change so lets get on with it." Another one, urging me to be a working fool when grown man I'll be nobody's damn tool Gonna get me that money and a life of ease lay about, do just as I damn well please! "Saw them logs boys, saw them logs heat for the kitchen, heat for the halls Winter is going to be so very cold, so get it done before we all grow old." Early morning hours before going to school sawing damn firewood, sure wasn't cool Getting tired and sweaty wasn't any fun stacking newly cut firewood by the ton! Robert J. Lindley, 11-09-2014 note: Special thanks to my friend Sara Kendrick for this concept and inspiration. Inspired by her new contest theme.... Written about my young life and some of its hardships. Usually writing a sonnet comes so easily to me but when starting this write this blew right on out of me. Definitely not a sonnet as was her contest requirement , so its not an entry in that competition.

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Date: 11/19/2014 9:18:00 AM
Written with heart and soul... My great Aunt Cora Belle milked 17 cows with her brother and sister, morning and night around their school. They took the eggs and milk into town to sell to the mercantile along the way. Then the buggy was left at a cousins place in town. That's how they paid the 24 dollars a year for their schooling. Their Papa insisted. Her sister Evelyn later became a school marm for a one room school house out on Coon Creek... Where she had to arrive early to stoke the fires.
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Carol Eastman
Date: 11/19/2014 9:19:00 AM
PS. Many students paid in fire wood... Thought you might like to know... LOL
Date: 11/14/2014 10:19:00 AM
This is great. I well remember how chores came first while growing up. No play or rest till work was done and if the day was over you just didn't get to play.
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Date: 11/10/2014 2:43:00 PM
I've cut a few logs in my time, but I doubt that I've cut as many as the guys in the poem. One thing I can say, is that I've been working since I was 11, and grafting was something that had to be done. Terrific poetry Robert, and boy if flowed. If I could add up all the scores I would, James .....
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Date: 11/10/2014 2:25:00 PM
This reminds me of the stories that my Dad used to tell, about winter life on the farm, where he grew up. Sawing firewood is exhausting; well written.
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Date: 11/9/2014 6:49:00 PM
I absolutely love this poem Robert. I really love the repetition of the verse "Saw them logs boys, saw them logs." I have to give this a 7+Fav this, it's just so great.
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Date: 11/9/2014 3:46:00 PM
Such vivid memories Robert and i love the repeated stanza it makes it even more powerful a write - a 7 from me:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 11/9/2014 2:10:00 PM
Robert, Thanks so much for the memory jog here!! Your words brought me back to the 1950s when I was a young boy growing up in my home state of Kansas. I certainly can remember sawing logs and doing other chores that probably my kids in today's modern age cannot even begin to contemplate. A Great Write!! And thanks for the memory (I think?!)!! A solid "7" and a FAV. Best Wishes Always, Gary
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Date: 11/9/2014 1:17:00 PM
I remember when the cross cut saw was used on a place in the country to cut us some firewood...The four years we lived there was really tough..I tried to help but was really too young to do much..It is good to relive the memory of your life..You did a fine job with this one..You could easily change it to a shorter version in Poulter's Measure with just four stanzas..Sara
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Date: 11/9/2014 11:15:00 AM
This is so creative Robert! Memories my dear friend memories! Power of a Poet! I know I love ur sonnets that come very natural to you, but this too is superb rhyming! Pls put up in contest.
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Robert Lindley
Date: 11/9/2014 12:42:00 PM
Her contests stipulates sonnets or another form that using the 8-6 syllable count per line. Maybe do that just to see if it gets an honorable mention.. Of course , she stipulated no names so can not consult her about doing that.. Not sure on it.. Thanks fort the comment my friend...
Date: 11/9/2014 11:01:00 AM
sentimental ride to childhood values of industry, reminding me of my own household tasks which helped me become resilient... how wonderful, wonderful, Robert!.. huggs
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Robert Lindley
Date: 11/9/2014 12:38:00 PM
Thanks my friend. I agree , family chores , instill the work ethic in our youth. A very necessary thing for a civilized society methinks..

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