cougar mountain stumbles

clinging to my he art that rumbles thinking of cougar mountain stumbles clearing the ten acres by stacking wood cords for a quarter from the mother told her that it was not much for the time said if i complained she would knot give a dime said if i protested it could be free labor between her and me quite simply running my ass off when that one alder went sideways by complete surprise to dent me on the head running was how i fled gut feeling told me deep inside better watch that tree tide felt it on the wind gently turning around slowlee crashing timber thunder death was my only wonder coal mine shafts hidden from view nature my protector from the blue clinging to my he art that rumbles