The sunlight dances in amongst the tress..the wind moves slowly like a gentle breeze….the beauty of wood is before our eye’s,the things my friends do …like a gentle surprise..a special note during the busy of a day, there saying hello helps the bad go away, something comes when not expected or known and sometimes they call unexpectedly on the phone…like the beauty of wood they are before my eye’s and the special things they do sometimes makes me cry.
Oh how special they have become to me, i see them as family , what more could they be…they give and have given beyond the mark…they shine in my eye’s they light that spark…the void they do fill when life gets to hard, they help me get over the parts that are scarred..like a song in my heart they are now always there, we have memories now and our lives we have shared…going on into a new day, friends forever friends to stay.
this is dedicated to my lumberjocks friends..and i hope all of you lumberjocks can and have made some special friends here, i know i have and they know who they are. i could never repay the kindness that has been shown and i could never find any other people who have touched me as you all have..wood workers are a breed of people with hearts of gold..peace and happiness i wish for you all….grizzman
-- GRIZZMAN ...[''''']