Log rolled
Then pulped
Stumpage
Stinks up
The valley's
Page blank
Impossible
Climates
To limp
Ledger booked
And lasting
Choking up
Hollers
These hills
Do stick
In spite of
The saw
To sound down
The mountains
Bared to a sky
Over written
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
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