Bucksaw, Buzzsaw

Mounted on the determination Lamraff (his favorite tractor), my Father bucked against the only wind he and my mother knew, cold and hunger go easier with hard work to it’s fruition and should put wood in the basement.

Mom said pain is a fact of life and you damn well get used to it.

Whence it’s universal in recognition,
pain that is,
there will be the dawn of the betterment of man.