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Drifting Together
Lumberjacks hard at work, cutting hardwood in the forest
Felling trees that remain trees no more, just logs manifest
Dragged to the stream, chained to other logs who're strangers
Pushed into the water, struggling to stay afloat amidst dangers
Why does that forest seem like my society?
Why do I feel like that tree?
Why am I being wed to a man I've never met?
Why this uprooting have I beget?
Yet, we hold each other close, both afraid
A bed of roses or one of thorns, what has life laid?
Staying together, taking each step - cautious
Tackling lifes lovely bouquets and brickbats atrocious
It seems to become easy when you have someone to hold on to
The acknowledgment sprouts a love which is true
A desire to manifest that love for eternity
Led us to the lumberjacking community
The trees from the forest helped build our house, our dream
Those logs had faced as much adversity as we had seen
But now those wooden strangers who drifted down the stream
Will stay together for eternity, bound strongly like our husband-wife team!! :-)
-Marisha
September'03