A poem dedicated to all loggers and haulersFriday 10 Aug 2012
And the snow moves in, Then it’s time boys, for winter’s Logging to begin. Cut your trails wide, And clean for that forested big machine. Keep your saws running well And your chains always sharp. For that’s the payback of a logger, Who always is smart. Somedays may be too cold And others a real bitch, But for all of us loggers, who think That someday, we’re going to get rich. For all those mills who reap The harvest from all us loggers, Who work the hardest. The tree cutter and the skidder’s operator, The log loader and the big truck that will take’r. Across the frozen roads of ice and snow Up long hills and out to valleys below. For all us loggers, who someday will grow old We have to feed our families and Treasure our forests, as if it were our gold. We leave behind a well managed Stand of good quality timber That our children will manage. By Weldon Lehman, Eganville, Ontario, A truly dedicated logger and log hauler since Oct 1975, Source: The Working Forest Newspaper | ||
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