Crosscut Poems - Poems about Crosscut

... Honeyed amethyst is the soft shade of twilight as it smoothly melds with sunset's prismed hues Moonlight glints with the glow of a lustrous pearl Stars gleam as multifaceted as cross......

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...The Road I Didn’t Take The smell of fresh cut pine is a balm to my soul as the crosscut saw works its way through the wood, fine saw dust sprinkles the floor. The rough palms of my ......

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...Excitement echoed In my heart First experience Of being a part Now looking back to Those times, thoughts Flood like the cold rain And ties me in knots Enthusiastically Grabbing the ......

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...Are the exploits slowly fading of the folk who forged this land? Are there more important factors, today for us to understand? Are we prepared to lose our national character? Erase our borderlines......

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...Journey on Jericho Road Shattered grace in jagged nights on the road to Jericho; Ev’ry step and ev’ry breath are filled with shame I know I am to blame; I build a wall to hide my face so you c......

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...Summer is over and the farmer now rests from his toil, Having labored hard to wrest his crops from the fruitful soil. Fall has arrived and all the crops have been gathered in. The corn, wheat and ......

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......A big log bounced from way up top, and before Guy could react It struck his square across the chest, up rose a sickening crack. We sprinted quickly to our friend, who lay helpless in the sn......

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...Back in nineteen hundred and three I working with a logging crew, cutting and limbing mighty trees, be they hemlock, pine, or spruce. We worked for the Nowell Paper firm, in the shades of the ......

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...Injustice is just an inconvenience until it is proven... When the sun hit their helmets it startled the very souls of the natives a signal upon their eyes that spoke like a siren of ill prophecy to......

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...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." Bo......

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...Autumn approached about a week ago as stealthily as a fox! The corn has been shucked and the golden fodder stands in shocks. Luscious apples have been plucked from every supple bough. Sweet-scente......

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