The Inkwell

Timber Corps

A poem written by me on the timber corps of World War II

Timber Corps

Hail those ladies of great accord
who took on the mighty scots pine
the ones who were taught to handle great saws
and felled the woods in line
They strained with logs
to create the planks
and soldiers they all
gave their thanks
As the timber corps
strained their backs
moving the woods
for the soldiers shacksThey put in the hours, for a simple meal
the common goal, a worthy appeal
every worker, working like horse
all to aid the war time cause

And one and all
did not complain
working together
to lessen the strain

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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.