Best Firewood Poems
Fire wood
Burning firewood in the hearth,
Bringing heat and light to earth,
Seasoned logs piled in the store,
Help to keep you warm in winter.
Overgrowths of arm-post life
Lift upward as my steam-breath
Vanishes thinly into the sky
Cool sweat drips deliberately
As the stacks grow larger
And the sawdust smells and sticks
The wagon-load will wallow obediently
As the frost bites cleanly
Through the still winter dusk
Ash white smoke curls softly
From the cut-stone chimney
Where a portrait of simplicity
Sleeps eternally in my mind
My father’s timber array arrived on an
overloaded Diamond Reo flatbed.
It dumped oak scraps, leafless dead-woods,
inspiring last metamorphosis to
warming fires come winter’s weather.
Empty, truck leaves then heaves
into a scrubby alley
squeezing by barely.
With its narrow fit made
it disappearing through a backyard gate
into a cloud of its own making
belched from two shaking
upright tailpipes.
Bark cull, coppice slats, saw food pilled
to near roof high. This sawmill refuge awaits
stacking sequent, once cross-sawed
and set to a suitable size for stove fodder.
I am father's volunteer; I am the master stacker
of wand-wood. With my bow-saw in hand,
I look not on labor of hours nor days, but eternities.
In the eyes of evolution's lies I see ancient youths,
countless fellows of ten-years-old like me
and leap with them to the task of cave dwellers.
Shadows stretching eastward
Setting sun in daylight lost
Fall creeps in on chilly fingers
Grasses matted by morning frost.
Trees comply ablaze with color
Flashing signals in Autumn’s roust
To feathered, clothed, or furry creatures
Storing food or flying south.
Grey fog gauzing upward
Where Canadas vector in the sky
Above dark waters cooled over night
Honkie-talkie as they fly.
Pumpkins glowing orange
Bundled corn stalks stripped and bound
Freshening winds start groaning-whining
Hints of change for frost bound ground.
Cotton to flannel to fleece and wool
Make ready for winter’s unknown
Top off the firewood, gas, or oil
Secure the harvest - secure the home.
chopping
fall firewood
planning the greenhouse
posted on May 30, 2018
One
Island
In the sun
Unusual
It has no sandy beach or umbrella
Yet it harbors sweet life for I can see
Lush verdant growth
A hillock
Innate
Bield
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So, I’ve started using firewood,
Where piles of Good Ones stand have I stood:
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Please, pray, I don’t start speaking in tongues!
I set a fire in your eyes
To keep both of us warm,
You were so cold.
I do not apologize for using
The way I feel about you
For firewood.
I’ll never forget the way you
Made me feel or the way
You quickly ran towards
The burning wood.
To wander the wilderness
In search of that light
That shines from a distance.
Civilization suddenly
Doesn’t seem so far
Seeing you makes me wonder,
How your life's been doing over.
I hope you're getting better,
In everything, you'll be greater
You're happy that's good,
You seemed to be in a great mood.
It's like the warmth of the firewood,
On that part I understood.
In the future don't be scared,
Always be ready and be prepared.
So that in problems you won't be ensnared,
From having a harsh outcome, you'll be spared.
Always take care of your health,
As it is considered as wealth.
Sickness is good at stealth,
Make one wrong move, and it can make you melt.
Avoid people who are chaotic,
Most of them are liars and dramatic.
It's ironic,
That you draw those who're problematic.
Enjoy your day,
Always be okay.
In sadness don't stay,
In problems find a way.
Keep smiling,
Avoid overthinking.
Push forward on the path you're taking,
Be successful and achieve everything.
Focus on self-improvement,
Strive for your achievement.
Make sure to use your talent,
Be like stars as they're eminent.
I believe it well
There is fire like hill
Tons and tons of firewood to fill
Why politicians not understand about hell?
Let's start ourselves a fire
And I don't mean the kind
That's started up with kindling
I've something else in mind
We'll build it up real slowly
Until we're toasty warm
Who cares what's going on outside
I want a big snowstorm!!
Each of us a matchstick
We'll strike at the same time
Combine our flames together
And watch the celsius climb
Our hearths aglow in love light
Slow burning firewood
This may just be a long night
But it will be so good