Strong, supple, and pale
I am worked to be of use
Twist, bend, I won't break.
She is me, pale skinned
Free to dance, while I remain
She always comes back
Pull back and release
I am power, coiled and ready
No cracks or groans
Polished and bright, warm
with drinks, stews and cheer
My surface once live, live again
Born unto dark earth
Grown to great heights, held many lives
Fallen, I return home
Pain! Men and axes!
Falling, dragged away
I am cut and carved and burned.
I float like a duck
Glide, goose-like, guarding goslings
Carrying dry men
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