Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GETTING UP THE WINTER WOOD IN VERMONT, by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY Poet's Biography First Line: I've heard a dozen farmers say Last Line: You wish you owned another stove! Subject(s): Farm Life; Forests; Lumber & Lumbering; Vermont; Agriculture; Farmers; Woods; Woodsmen | ||||||||
I'VE heard a dozen farmers say They'd ruther cut and cart their hay, In any season, bad or good, Than chop and haul their winter's wood. With all our tools, it's quite a chore To lug a tree a mile or more; It takes a lot of knocks and nerve, A lot of vigor, vim and verve, To move against a maple grove And make it fit the kitchen stove. These woodlot antics first begin By what is known as "breaking in;" You'd better likely use the stags, They sorter like the snow and snags; You Whoa Hush 'round jest where you please, And gee and haw amongst the trees, And them you kinder guess you'll cut You look at sharp from branch to butt You can't set down and chew a clove And let your wood hunt up your stove. Your hired man has worked his time, And so you send for Jonas Prime To help you chop; but Jone can't come, He's got a felon on his thumb; You have to hire that little chap That some call "Poly," others "Nap;" "Slim help," you say, "his three pound axe Can deal but few and feeble whacks" How drab your thoughts, a murky drove, You wish you'd never owned a stove! Next day as you and Poly go To strike the pre-initial blow, You notice that he's got a bit And fuse and candy in his kit; You single out a big old tree And say, "Go to it; one, two, three;" Then Poly makes his bitstock spin, And sticks a stick of candy in, And then a noise, as though your grove Had lit on top the kitchen stove. Before the sun has left the sky He's leveled half your year's supply; You're pleased to death and up and say You'll pay him all he asks per day, But thus he lays you on the shelf "Me chop par cord and eat maself;" "All right," you shout, as Poly scores, And off you start to do the chores, A-guessing out how Frenchmen throve In days before the kitchen stove. You get along with Poly fine, Like Zeus, his actions show design; It sometimes makes your wallet thump The way he "cords" around a stump; It ruther tires your measuring nerve To have to measure 'round a curve, But anyway, you've conquered Time And sled-length wood and Jonas Prime How bright your thoughts, a comely drove, You wish you owned another stove! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VELLEN THE TREE by WILLIAM BARNES OUR OLD VERMONT LUMBER WAGON by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY FORESTER by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE POEMS OF COLD MOUNTAIN: 17 by HAN SHAN TIMBER by MURIEL THURSTON LANCE TAKING TO THE WOODS by HENRY SPLAWN TAYLOR A VERMONT 'DONATION' by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY A VERMONT AUCTIONEER by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |
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