Logger Poems - Poems about Logger

...And leaving all else, they debate on lunch. To one, lunch time was waste, hence, break-less munch. The other felt, lunch-less Would no new glory bless To UK, nor hoary Return to old glory, Lu......Read the rest...

...I am a virgin, I have never been touched by a man since I was created. I have never known a man, I have never been logged, my features still remain intact. I am a rainforest based in the Amazon ba......Read the rest...

...Last call for alcohol, embargo on the cargo headed for Fargo? Bootlegging articles of? "ConfederationNow", Boot logger, droned Ov......Read the rest...

...*Image of Many Meanings by KWC. Likeness ssenekiL: Part 2 (HOMONYMS: Homophones & Homographs) The batter's foul ball killed a fowl that later caused a foul o......Read the rest...

...My soul and body have never been good friends They are in enmity, constantly at logger heads When my body aspires to have riches and fame My soul strives those tempestuous desires to t......Read the rest...

... If you’re going to hug trees you had best wear a shirt having really long arms knuckles dragged in dirt surely won’t do much harm If you’re going to hug trees then you’d best not mi......Read the rest...

...I have tasted new lands as I’ve traveled this Earth, would leave prejudice (often) with dust shoes pick up. No, not loam like the Dust Bowl knew (God knows our shame), the clear-cutting of forests......Read the rest...

...Giving a mystical inlander, far-reaching to fall on dormant, grip in the wilds of Mount Arjuna. Trembling fingers, gently caressed, the pile of soil wet, as Roombutter melted. Casuarina ......Read the rest...

......The bigfoot poked out again the next day with the little one not that far behind, came lunch time Julio put out apples, before each he would stop and make the sign. He did this for days, an ......Read the rest...

...This story begins with Julio Jones, a logger who worked trees in the Cascades, never married or had a family, he was a loner, that just was his way. Now he was no hermit, by any means, he woul......Read the rest...

...We love to make lists, To describe, name, number. How can it have value, If not on my list. As logger I stand Before the green forest, The numbered trees Are ones to cut. The forest cut down ......Read the rest...

...Trump Felt Sorry For Don't want him around anymore, But truly for Trump feel sorry for; Burg in Getty Being petty; Committed sins seven and four score. Trump is definately does looks like a......Read the rest...

...The Quandary Standing high on the mountain side I take in the first breath of morning It seems so much more refreshing here Maybe it is the altitude that we are at The aroma of my morning ......Read the rest...

...You are still the one, I thought you didn't exist, I thought it was an illusion Until I met you.... Wow! Who is that, was my thought, Puzzled for a while I was. Exchanging our common differ......Read the rest...

...           Your past, your romantic past, is a shadow. Like all towns, Port Angeles was a combination of rain and clouds, sun and mist, with a c......Read the rest...