Sawdust and Woodchips: Lumberjacks

The Lumberjacks Shanty Boys we called them. They came from everywhere some were orphans, some were drifters, some were bums. They were the product of a nation that didn't seem to care, wanderers who marched to different drums. Few were educated, most could neither read nor write but they harnessed heart and muscle with a will. The hours they worked were killers, from dawn til no more light but their labors built our nation on a hill. Machines do heavy liftin' now where Shanty Boys once strode. Their times, though not forgotten, didn't last. They were giants in their hey-day but they've passed on down the road, the sawdust and the woodchips of our past.