by Tanis Dagert
I have heard this phrase used every now and then,
Is it really a “thing”? I wondered . . .
It was my first winter night ever
In my newly acquired shabin,
(That’s a shack that’s crossed with a cabin),
And my entire wood supply consisted
Of a grand total of four banana boxes
That one of my kind neighbours
Donated to me as a “starter kit”
Yes, I had heard people
Quipping about these types of newbies:
Ill prepared for the winter ahead.
Thanks to the “hippie killer” tin stove in the shabin
I burned through my banana box supply rather rapidly.
The writing was on the uninsulated walls:
I needed wood, fast!
“I need wood!”
I cried out to the Universe.
Hand saw and axe in hand,
I headed to my land to do . . . “something” . . .
Hopefully I could find some wood lying around;
Enough at least to get me through
Till the 4:00 on Sunday
Hopefully . . .
On my way there I stopped in to see Reid
And casually confessed my major faux pas and quest.
“I forgot to wood! Just like I forgot to have kids,”
I said sheepishly
“Anyway, I’m just on my way to look for some.”
“Wood?” You need wood? I got wood!” Reid exclaimed.
It turns out that Lasqueti men
Love to brag about their big woodpiles,
And Reid was no exception.
But then he went on to explain:
That very morning, Dave Wilcox stopped by
With a truckload of wood and a gleam in his eye.
Dave reported that he had been alone in the woods
Cutting up a fallen tree
When he heard a voice, clear as day,
Say, “Bring it to Reid.”
Like I said, Reid didn’t need any more wood.
His shed was chock full.
Still, he accepted Dave’s gift,
Because of the “voice.”
“So, clearly, this wood is meant for you!
And then he proceeded to chop up the rounds
And load up my car.
“Wood, I’ve got wood!”
I exclaimed, as I drove away, happy,
Befuddled and amazed.
My woodless state
Went from feeling quite tragic
To happy and hopeful . . .
Thanks to Lasqueti Magic.