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Random Poem:

the splitting stump

was behind my grandfather's woodworking shop
when the snow broke in the spring we'd
pull the old trailer behind his suburban up to shimek woods
i stood far back with my hands over my ears while he lifted the chainsaw
felling old oaks and maples
the thick leather gloves hung over my small hands but
i still managed to roll some of the smaller pieces up the ramp
into the back of the trailer
i'd then roll them down the ramp and onto the base of the splitting stump
as grandpa chopped the pieces into cords with the long handled axe i'd
stack them along the back wall of his shop
we spent most weekends in april chopping and stacking until
the cords piled up past the top of my head
usually in october with the turning of the oak trees in my grandparent's front yard
he'd begin feeding cords into the wood stove in back of his shop
i'd rub my hands in front of the metal bars as it cracked and popped
grandpa made coffee for himself and hot chocolate for me on the hot
flat top of the stove
the christmas of my twelfth year he gave me my own chainsaw
that spring i cut and loaded equally with him in the shimek
he let me wield the axe and we alternated chopping and stacking the cords
we were as equals this way until the winter of my sixteenth year
when his liver became infected and he lost his energy
i went alone into the shimek that spring and grandpa
watched me chop the cords from a lawn chair
he regained his strength and continued to work in his shop but
next spring a pile of cords remained stacked up to my knees
the spring after it remained up to my waist and
the following spring there was no longer a need for me to go into the shimek

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