One place understood helps us understand all places better.

Eudora Welty

Timber saws

Listen,
up where
the timber saws
sing

Doing the job
of clearing
and controlling

The old growth
that's fire
destined.

What a waste
it would be
burning,
not making
a tabletop
to gather round.

Skid the logs
and clear
the undergrowth

Clear the fountain
and stream
for all to
gather round.

Leave the
new borns
standing

Leave the 
wind break
and those
holding the soil

So that not
long in forest
years

The timber
saws
will sing
again.

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