The Lonely Cedar Fence Post
Once towering cedars, fallen by stout lumberjacks.
Then stripped of their bark, with a razor sharp axe.
Cut seven feet long, they are roughly hand split,
Then are promptly sent, to a tarry creosote pit.
Along comes a farmer, needing to build a corral.
Treated for days, they’re now ready to sell.
Yet dripping and gooey, covered with a black muck,
Lifted out of the pit, and loaded onto a truck.
It’s a long rough ride, out there to the field.
There’s no escaping---their fate has been sealed.
A round hole is dug deep, in hard earth and scab rock.
Doomed to a grave, oh---if only fence posts could--...
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