I Want to be your Lumberjack

I Want to be your Lumberjack

A Poem by Thomas W Case
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I want to be your
lumberjack.
I'll wear red flannel shirts all
the time, and grow a scraggly
beard like Thoreau.
We could cuddle by the
fireplace on
cold winter nights.
You can grow a garden,
with potatoes and asparagus.
We can climb mountains
and hunt bears.
I could make a rug from
it's hide, and a necklace
from its claws.
I want to be your lumberjack.
In the summer,
we could skinny-dip in the
pond, by moonlight and
make love in the
dew soaked grass.
we could have a
coonhound named Festus,
and gobs of kids.
I would build a tire swing in an
old Oaktree.
F**k this s****y city
with its treachery and
its concrete.
Let's go where the fireflies live.
I want to be your lumberjack.

© 2024 Thomas W Case


Author's Note

Thomas W Case
My book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems is available on Amazon.
https://www.amazon.com/Seedy-Town-Blues-Thomas-Case/dp/B0CJLR274H/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1Q2ZS7CR9B441&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.5yn0EjzSSYYBxCm9Mx0I44CZEmIywVJLKn0x4E_3xxI.WZuI18CqO8c0FlHen5Jy1oCKkrg9ijN

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paul bunyan is rolling over in his grave. not a bad life if you're into that sort of thing. count me in and with my man thoreau, i'm all in. i agree with the observation on the city. not sure about all the kids though. a great, entertaining write that also makes you think. awesome thoughts.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

2 Months Ago

Thank you, Pete. Much appreciated.



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Getting back to basics sounds good to me Thomas

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

2 Months Ago

Thank you, Andrew. I appreciate it.
The reason I like your book so much. You spell out realism and the human condition.
Excellent poem, Thomas. :)

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

2 Months Ago

Thank you. I appreciate it.
This sounds like some dreamiest of plan away from the smuggly cities with their reeking ruins and charred humanity, love the vibes of how free of weights this poet makes a place for his lover, a total comforting read there my friend! Glad to read this!

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

2 Months Ago

Thank you so much. Very kind of you.
I found this funny, sweet and a bit morose all at the same time!
As a Canadian, lumberjacks are of course part of our 'Canadian image', along with Mounties, moose and maple syrup, which kind of brings a comical, stereotypical idea of a lumberjack to mind (which is why I find it funny :D). But the picture you paint of such a simple life, (which ironically wouldn't be simpler, as you would be doing everything for yourself... but God knows it would be more rewarding) is rather bittersweet because we really do lose something being away from nature, because there is something in the natural quiet that brings us closer to what life should truly be about.
I wish more men wanted to be lumberjacks, haha

PS, the Canadian images alliteration was a complete fluke XD

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

2 Months Ago

Thank you so much. I appreciate it.
paul bunyan is rolling over in his grave. not a bad life if you're into that sort of thing. count me in and with my man thoreau, i'm all in. i agree with the observation on the city. not sure about all the kids though. a great, entertaining write that also makes you think. awesome thoughts.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

2 Months Ago

Thank you, Pete. Much appreciated.
Fabulous Thomas. Truly America is another World from England, and America's Big Cities are only half the story. Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

2 Months Ago

Thank you so much. I appreciate it.
Been there done that it has many advantages. Well done Thomas.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

2 Months Ago

Thank you so much.
This should be any life-living-to-the-full man's dream! But, of course, only you could create such a magical picture that reads like a modern day's beautiful garden of Eden - without serpent, of course. You would be the perfect lumberjack. Finely laid words, a story wrapped in true poetry, a painting in letters, sir.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

2 Months Ago

Thank you so much. I appreciate it.
Many dreams waiting to become reality are etched deeply in this finely penned poem, Thomas. I hope her dream was the same as yours and that you both went on to live and love country life. Lovely work! Thank you for sharing, Thomas...

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

2 Months Ago

Thank you so much, Marie. I appreciate you.
Marie

2 Months Ago

Most welcome always, Thomas...
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Gee
Enjoyed this early morning read Thomas, right up my street

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

2 Months Ago

I'm glad you liked it. Thank you for reading and commenting.
Gee

2 Months Ago

My pleasure Thomas

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Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..

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