Best Woodsman Poems
He is a quiet, gentle man,
With a friendly, easy smile.
He's helpful and considerate,
Honest, without guile.
He works as the county game warden.
His family lives in the dell.
Well mannered, friendly, peaceful folk,
But no one knows them well.
If ever there is trouble,
He's there to set things right.
There is a strength within his eyes,
That no one wants to fight.
He came upon a man one night,
While out for his nightly run.
They looked into each other's eyes,\
And the stand off had begun.
They recognized each other,
As bitter enemies.
A vampire and a werewolf,
Beneath the moon and trees.
The wolf just preyed on animals,
As wolves are wont to do.
The vampire preferred human blood,
And the wolf was human too.
The vampire was new to the area,
But the werewolf called this home.
He'd guard, protect, defend this place,
If he had to fight alone.
They skirted one another,
Knowing they were evenly matched,
In strength and speed and fighting skill,
But there remained one catch.
A werewolf's bite could kill him.
The vampire knew this well,
So he bowed his acquiescence.
Where he went no one can tell.
The wolf returned to the village,
And his family in the dell,
Where he's known as a simple woodsman,
And he guards this place quite well.
In the still of the night when the moon is high,
It will give one's heart a start,
When he gives his call letting all things know,
There's a wolf pack in these parts.
there was a woodsman that lived in rosewood
approached a nymph sleeping in underwood
a gambler loved by the bards
sat down with a deck of cards
with sleight of hands lost his axe, boots and hood
4/11/2018
there was a woodsman called jacks
who swung the worlds sharpest axe
one or two chops thats all
giant fir trees would fall
that's the fun fallen fir facts
There she sat
watching him swing his axe.
Her need turned to affection.
Watching, waiting to see what happens next.
The trees mimicked the times he's spent in her eyes,
The woodsman who gathered logs for his cottage not too far.
Soon he’d look up to find her gaze.
There he stood, his axe coming to a halt.
Alluring was she, the fox who gazed from a distance.
the times she's unknowingly kept him company.
Her eyes shone a deep ember as the sun peaked through the trees.
Her copper fur shone
A filled emptiness through the piercing of their souls.
The leaves riddled through the wind & the shadows gave way to the light that felt the space of cut down trees.
Could there be more she thought.
The echo of his axe littered through the forest.
Fresh wood could be smelled through the air.
Many times, she’s stood in the distance & watched.
Through the times his yells could be heard in frustration.
Through the calm moments where nothing but
the crackling of trees could be heard.
There she stood, watching all along.
They often brought a loud rumbling,
The trees that hit the ground.
Scattering & rustling the resting leaves,
Her affair couldn’t help but be noticed
by everyone except him.
Out of fear he’d try to scare her away.
Holding up his axe & charging at her.
Only to turn around & see she'd scurry right back to where she left.
she knew the risk, getting that close to a human.
But with that, only brought more excitement.
As with everything, time grew older.
As did she, as did he.
He’d grown too old and one day while out.
Died of a heart attack while out in the forest.
There he laid against the tree
Struggling to crawl anywhere.
Finally she had the courage to inch closer until they were nose
& nose.
Her wails could be heard for miles
as she approached the love of her life.
& for the first and final time,
He rubbed his hand against her head
He is a quiet, gentle man with a friendly, easy smile.
He's helpful and considerate, honest, without guile.
He works as the county game warden, his family lives in the dell.
Well mannered, friendly, peaceful folk but no one knows them well.
If ever there is trouble he's there to set things right.
There is a strength within his eyes that no one wants to fight.
He came upon a man one night while out for his nightly run.
They looked into each other's eyes and the stand off had begun.
They recognized each other as bitter enemies.
A vampire and a werewolf beneath the moon and trees.
The wolf just preyed on animals as wolves are wont to do.
The vampire preferred human blood and the wolf was human too.
The vampire was new to the area but the werewolf called this home.
He'd guard, protect, defend this place if he had to fight alone.
They skirted one another knowing they were evenly matched,
In strength and speed and fighting skill but there remained one catch.
A werewolf's bite could kill him, the vampire knew this well,
So he bowed his acquiescence, where he went no one can tell.
The wolf returned to the village and his family in the dell,
Where he's known as a simple woodsman and he guards this place quite well.
In the still of the night when the moon is high,
It will give one's heart a start,
When you hear his call letting all things know,
There's a wolf pack in these parts.
Early in a damp woodsman's camp
seeing sawyers from a logging town
to stop the conversation bogging down
as asked my age among other things
I replied, 'Cut off my head and count the rings,'
then had to be quick-witted and fast-footed
made a bee-line through the trees
so as not to lose my noggin
when a burly lumberjack grabbed his axe
I ducked and dodged his mighty swing
which (in a nonce) saved my bacon (and my bonce)
and them's the actual facts
Saw it coming
Started running
Through woods
As fast as I could
Beautiful mirage arrived
Not going to die
Equipped with answers
From club dancers
"Do not fear
I have a long neck beer"
I watched her work
Popped the bubbly cork
After expressing wedding vows
Complementing our moonlight howls