Chopping and building go hand in hand
Whether a metaphysical or literal row here
Or a home in that far away land.
My! My! What a nice juicy plum of a poem for us to sink our teeth of poetic imagery into! You agree? Let's see what you do with this one.
Doing What I Can, While I Can,
Aside - That poetry spans time has often been said. Does the above poem support this statement? How?