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It was a cord of maple, cut and split and piled—and measured, four by four by eight.

And not another like it could I see.
No runner tracks in this year’s snow looped near it.
And it was older sure than this year’s cutting,
Or even last year’s or the year’s before.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The wood was gray and the bark warping off it
And the pile somewhat sunken…
I thought that only
Someone who lived in turning to fresh tasks
Could so forget his handiwork on which
He spent himself, the labor of his ax,
And leave it there far from a useful fireplace
To warm the frozen swamp as best it could
With the slow smokeless burning of decay.
– Robert Frost
Happy Wednesday!