The Woodman's Wood

A journey into the forest the woodman undertook
He searched and searched and found his tree at last
Drenched in sweat he chopped the wood
And the log to his hunching back was fast'd.

In his dusty workshop by the brook
The log was washed in the cold clear stream
Drenched in sweat he carved the wood
And carved them meticulously by his prints.

Half the log was hollowing, but the other half was good
So the woodman hatched a shrewd plan
Drenched in sweat he worked on the wood
A brilliant statue and a footstand.

And then the woodman donned his dirty boots
Carried his wares to the market of the week
Drenched in sweat he sold his wood
The same log; one for worship, one for the tired feet.

Jack