A MAN WITH AN AX

  Wood needs to be chopped, it sits waiting, 
  Many types and sizes,

  Fall is in the air, chillier the air turns, work 
  Must be done.

  A job it is, to chop enough wood, to warm a 
  Home for the Winter,

  Must be done, perhaps no fun, as it is an 
  Accomplishment to be proud.

  Stack it in a pile, carry it piece by piece, chopped 
  and split wood for a fire,

  A smell, can you take it in, smell the aroma as it's 
  Cut, Stronger it grows.

  A man with an ax, gets this job done, he sweats 
  From morning, till the setting sun,

  Swinging an ax, working as the cold moves closer,


  The wood pile will rise higher.


  A man with an ax, is strong and determined,


  He will succeed, because he knows of its need,


  When it's done, a Winter of warmth,


  When the setting sun, he knows the job is done. 

                              Keith Garrett