La Poesie

This One’s called:

Lumberjack Boys

I see you young blood

standing posing

Streetcar stops

Street light crossing

red check–black check– tuque check–beard check

spring in your step; spring is your season

Have you seen the maples?

In their groves

diluted flows

Have you tapped ‘em?

Could you, would you

tap ‘em if you had to?

Now what about the axe, young lumberjacks?

Is yours chilling in the cooler,

waiting for a ruler?

red check–black check– tuque check–beard check

Pick up the axe now,

chop me some wood

keep the fire burning and I’ll

cook us some food

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