axeman: daily: the splits

A Poem a Day in September: #29

there are hard ones
there are soft ones
there are cross-grains
and rotten cores

the splitter bites
the splitter rings
the splitter
shatters eucalypt rounds
far and wide

one by one
the blocks are transformed
from backyard eminence
into firewood

I stop to catch a breath
and size the task

the next round
a large one
or a small

the next round
should I try that knotted piece
of grandpa wood that fell
from white-ants
chewing a highway to the heart

this is my mountain
I climb

© Frank Prem, 2016

Poem #30: Woolshed in Spring


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