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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.
My book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems is available on Amazon.
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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.
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!
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
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.
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.
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...
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..