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Making Firewood
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David Budbill


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I like it out here
in the woods
all day, alone,
with just my
equipment
and these trees.

And, God knows,
making firewood
sure beats
making money.

 
© by David Budbill. This poem will be included in a book forthcoming 
from Copper Canyon Press called HAPPY LIFE, due out 
in the Spring or the Fall of 2011.
Used here with the permission of the author.


 

David Budbill was born in Cleveland, Ohio, in 1940 to a streetcar driver and a minister's daughter. He is the author of seven books of poems, eight plays, a novel, a collection of short stories, a picture book for children, dozens of essays, and the libretto for an opera. Among his many awards is one for Lifetime Achievement in the Arts from the Arts Council in Vermont, where David has lived for nearly forty years. A one-time commentator on National Public Radio's All Things Considered, David’s poems are frequently featured on that network’s popular program, The Writer’s Almanac, Learn more about him at www.davidbudbill.com.


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