Blogging and Logging

 

 I have a picture of a dear old friend
Felling timber in a forest glen.
It’s a mighty big tree Frank’s working on;
Old growth, they call it, here in Oregone... ;-)

Well, bless this man and those akin
Who have brought that aromatic timber in
To build our fences, playgrounds and houses,
And paper for schoolwork
And notes to our spouses.

Well, I’m getting sleepy,
As I’ve been writing a while.
I look at Franks picture and it makes me smile,
'Cuz as I finish my poem
And exit my blogs,
I know I have to log off
Before sawing logs!