Bonus Poem #2 for Today: How Much Wood Could a Poet Chuck?

How much wood could a poet chuck

If a poet could chuck wood?

On a day like today, killing ants, fighting bees,

- And at 90 degrees -

You might think he'd swear off fires for good;

But the job is now done, lots of water has run

Through the poet, that mostly was sweat;

And now winter can come,

We, from cold, won't succumb,

With the best stack of four good cords yet!

Scott L. Barton