Land Clearing

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Land Clearing

The first winter which I did spend

In Canada was with a friend,

And when the snow had passed away

Quite early in the month of May.

Friend started off for a barn raising,

And told me to get stumps ablazing,

Around each stump I heaped a pile

Of roots and junks of wood so vile.

For he wished the field to clear

So it a crop of wheat would rear,

And there was one high withered pine

Which was full of turpentine.

As soon as I applied the torch,

Blaze quick did start and it did scorch

The fences, and the woods were nigh,

For the old tree it blazed on high.

I was the only man or boy

Near there that day and found employ

In saving of the house and barn,

Thus early fire fiend did me warn.

Fire started and with it a breeze

Carried the sparks ’mong leaves of trees,

I did work hard but for recompense

All was saved but a few rails of fence.

Man in spring logging oft awakes

From winter slumbers nests of snakes,

And listens to the music grand

Of bull frogs, our Canadian band.