The Kindling

The kindling was dwindling,

So I had to chop some more;

I used some dry and seasoned logs

I found upon the shore;

“Drift, wood, drift away

From out of my reach do go,

And voyage far to far off lands

Too far for me to know.”

I chopped the logs

I used my might

(An axe came in handy, too)

Some kindled too large,

Some kindled too small

And some were just right;

I’m learning quite fast

How the wood I should chop;

Or it’s £2.99 for a bundle,

Down the road,

In the shop.


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