The man splitting wood in the daybreak
looks strong, as though, if one weakened,
one could turn to him and he would help.
Gus Newland was strong. When he split wood
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I enjoyed this poem....in some ways reflective of my own life....I've split lots of wood, blown through two marriages, much older now and doing a lot of reflecting on my own ebbing life.
A startling surprise ending indeed. The man splitting wood at daybreak. 'That was me'. Life is passing and transitory, the theme of the poem. Who can we turn to in times of trouble? Ourselves.