Woodsmen Poems - Poems about Woodsmen

...not attention on prison Someone attentive to durk like a woodsmen shirt what a jerk I got same play anyway got the same old score and I do the same old thing you know me well you sure as......

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...Splintered souls are rising and falling down below the reasons are not surprising but the outcome is still a blow watch out says the woodsmen blasting out kindled ashes mistaken are the poor ......

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...leaf litter posted each autumn- tree greetings trees laid bare exposed each autumn- squirrels dreys treecreeper on woodland depends- small copses tulip trees rosewood mahogney......

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...Biko came down from heaven brought a message from Jesus to impart the sun comes up every morning in full view of the day one must be humble enough to bow the knee to pray I'm a messenger ......

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...Why The Willow Weeps Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a beautiful park in a sunny valley. In this park there were three Willow Trees. In those days the Willow was a proud tall tree, ......

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...homeless with guns at my side and on my back armed for the attack of police and high society woodsmen tired of the built in deceit of a concrete world eats flesh burnt on a fire I built wild on......

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...Woodsmen Day ( Poem) Sport using handsaws With a toothed edge blade One or two handed sawing On a woodsmen fair day Traditional log rolling Is a lumberjacks technique Style used in river d......

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...Apart road and trail in gentle grass a stand of aspen swell the meadow, shielding gale and storm to pass. Insulated peace under bough to rest, beneath the greenery a hidden nest. A curtain from judg......

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...LITTLE PEOPLE II if you look closely at the forest of deep green for a few seconds you might see little glints tiny eyes between the leaves they live to chatter high-pitched voices barely sound whe......

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... Channeling through to the screaming demon a wall thin as a sheet of silk reflecting like a piece of glass all that I ask I all I can do I can bring an end to the rain for nobody ever wil......

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...“Huntin Nuttin” By Dane Smith-Johnsen Hush up! We be huntin’ Ain’t seen no nuttin’ yet. I wont me some muten. Geet dat dere tree stan' set. Sho wheel be glad ta see Dis yers buck a-......

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...the crunching of frozen leaves loud at each carefully mistimed step tells the occasional small sentinels birds squirrels and small creatures a larger being is coming through their alarm filters......

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