Clad in Kevlar on some forest land leased,
big saw in his hand, engine idling,
gets put to the tree and shatters the peace,
works it just right, and the tree is falling.
Adjusts his visor, then lops off the limbs,
the yarder comes down, cables cinch up tight,
makes sure it is a good distance from him,
then yanks the logs up as if they’re in flight.
A claw grabs them there, loads them in the truck,
down rough road it trundles with its cargo,
off to the mill, so they can make a buck,
on to the next tree the lumberjack goes,
knows if he screws up there’s a chance he dies,
the risk you take working the mountainside.
Categories:
yarder, appreciation, imagery, men, mountains,
Form: Sonnet
Like a ballerina he flies around the side.
Mahomes scores... at least my defense tried?
I cannot beat this man at this game!
Ceaser said- "I came I saw I conquered"
I say- "I came I tried I lost in shame."
One of these days I will win.
As DJ says, "I need four more hamburgers to throw an eighty yarder coach."
Despite being down over and over when my chances are quite thin,
RNG will jump out and one final lead we shall approach.
Categories:
yarder, satire, sports,
Form: Free verse