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D. 'hauling wood' Oct 25, 2018 Jane Tims


hauling wood


The draft horse answers

to a click, a shake

of the reins, the squawk

of a blue jay, flushed

from the thicket. Long

tail hairs scatter flies.

Chain rings, loops around

the log, its cut end

a brake, ploughs up duff.

Nostrils flare and hooves

find gain in gather

of leaves, paw for ground.

Lather under tack,

he lowers his head.

Takes the woodlot incline

as though he’s navigated

these hardwoods

all of his life.



Copyright   2019   Jane Tims


All my best,


Written by jane tims

August 7, 2019 at 7:00 am

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