"The Lumberjack's Winter"

Cold air-filled the lonely road
Marching my breath,can it no longer?
Feel the warmth as it leaves forever
As I roam along, these thoughts -surrender

Not giving in, I then continued
Am walking forth, this frozen winter
Glancing 'em huddled to fire-lit tinder
In the woods they cry out , "december!"

Death and frost over ragged cloth
On axe, on saw, on bleeding amber
We sing those songs but if remember
In these woods we cry, "december!"

Oh! Heavy this, dead tree trunked pine tree
Dragging me down in heart-felt weary
Til whence the 25th evening all merry
They celebrate, in love and good ol' bounty

While we, lumberjacks of the good ol' pine tree
Frost-sickled bones of the yuletide holly
Drop down, heaving the breath caught lively
And we sing the songs, and hymns of jolly

by Francis Raymond Arevalo