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Chop, chop, woodcutters
Chopping, down the trees
Swinging, swinging, axes
With blades so bright and keen.

Push and pull, the sawyers
Sawing down the trees
Back and forth the toothy blades
Cut the branches free.

Hoist and haul, the lumberjacks
Marching through the trees
Stomping through the tall grass,
Up above their knees.

Drag the logs to river bank
And push them one by one
Now riding on the rivers back
To build a brand new home.

~Enki Kindergarten Movement


This would be how I gave myself tennis elbow week before last.  Roan and I said our Enki verse over and over as we moved the wood--he loves the lumberjacks and hoisting and hauling.  Mike and I always have our eyes open for free wood and this pile was in sight of our home.  We each moved half and now we have plenty.  I think he'll have a good handle on splitting wood by the time he get to the end of it.  It will be good for emergencies and the backyard bonfire.  Some was made into a few tree cookies for the children, one of which will become a gnome home as part of our kindergarten woodworking.

A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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