TO BE A LOGGER

RopeArmour

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Just came out of the RA/store/book room and found my old book To Be A Logger by lois Lenski
Song of the Forest Children

We walk in the forest
when the wind is still;
Not a branch moves,
not a sound until
A squirrel jumps up-
a flash of brown,
And a flood of pine cones
goes tumbling down.

We run from the forest
when wind blows wild;
Down falls dead branches
o'er rotten logs piled.
Snake, squirrel, and rabbit
show no fear,
The forest their refuge
when danger is near.

We sleep in the forest
beneath giant trees;
Ghostly the moonlight,
chilly the breeze
The screech owl hoots
and the chipmunks play
Over our heads
as night turns to day.
 
To Be A Climber

The morning is young, the tree is quite tall... I need to get up there.
I don my gear, grab my sharp saw, then I ascend and rise above all.

I work my way up, roping limbs as I go...

Sometimes the homeowners enjoy the show.

My goal is to finish safe, nothing destroyed.

Everyone's happy.

:)
 
I have their CDs, they are absolutely excellent.
 
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