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Early To Rise
by Jeffrey ParrenThe blades of a wood chipper
are the sounds I hear
of work being accomplished
as workers cut and trim
the trees over the building
I choose to live.
I can look out my window
to see chips flying about
and the opening
allows for the smell
of fresh cut grass
with a little something extra
to flow into my room.
The tree branches
never stood a chance
but grow again they will
and come back
as these hard working men
will too.
Humbling are the few hours
of sleep shaken by chainsaws
and whirling blades doing work
just passing 8am.
Humbling is their toil
while my physical expenditure
is fingertips hitting the keys.
Work is being done
because they woke me,
just as these words
awoke my thoughts
to produce this.
I'm working, too. 06/14/2010 Posted on 06/14/2010
Copyright © 2025 Jeffrey Parren
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Amie Golda on 06/15/10 at 04:46 AM Ah the bane of a digital age is the sedentary life it produces indeed! How good old fashioned work can be so appreciated as it should is indeed a humbling thought. Well done. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 06/15/10 at 10:43 PM ...kewl, jeff. really waxing and waning between the two worlds o' work, ours-theirs...both tiring, worthy as is this microcosm de vida. |
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