Out of the mud two strangers came
And caught me splitting wood in the yard
And one of them put me off my aim
By hailing cheerily "Hit them hard!"
I knew pretty well why he had dropped behind
And let the other go on a way.
I knew pretty well what he had in mind:
He wanted to take my job for pay.
Good blocks of oak it was I split,
As large around as the cutting block:
And every piece I squarely hit
Fell splinterless as a cloven rock.
The blows that a life of self control
Spares to strike for the common good,
That day, giving loose to my soul,
I spent on the unimportant wood...
Two Tramps in Mud Time
Robert Frost
to be continued...
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