Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
I remember my days of chopping firewood - now in my past, I do believe, though I still love to stoke up a good fire in the fireplace! Nothing quite so satisfying!
me too, oh how i loved, loved, splitting firewood. maybe again, in some future life, i hope.
when i first left college i live in an old shack heated by nothing but wood heat....used to burst wood all the time....there is something therapeutic in it honestly...
That explosion is great...I use a splitting maul a few times a year.I had to look up "mote." It finely fits the piece here.
There is something so therapeutic in chopping wood--same in sawing wood --at least for me
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