Been a few centuries.
Your archaic ideas of woodsmen,
Are out of date.
Logger-talk,
Slang dialects unique to my origin.
Running twenty-five ton machines,
That would terrify you –
In thy lack of understanding.
Won’t repeat their lofty scene.
Shall create my own art;
& future,
For my species.
“How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown!”
