My Sweetheart Works

The sunbeams float through the big window

The cool air of the fall morning flow

Around my soft warm sleeping cot so low

My Sweetheart says the time that will blow.

So our morning begins to actively grow

He is cutting the wood like a strong pro

                       Every single piece is made and cut just so

The big stack is the right size you know.

                        There will soon be snow when the fall

                                            colors show

The blade he made is a great new plow

Some day it will move the white snow

It’s done nothing for years you know.

Piles of wood will keep you warm

All through the winter storm

Sheltered in the sweet cozy home

Where our Lord keeps from forlorn.