Farm work

Work that must be performed
Stacking limbs and logs to be burned
A single match starts a fire
Like an idea that sparks a poem
A poem whose truth is pure as fire
The poet's thoughts turn into words
The way fire turns into smoke
Smoke that twists and turns
Like words weaving into stanzas
And when the wind suddenly shifts
Sparks hit you in the face
You feel them burn for only an instant
Like reading the poem catches your attention
It's message stopping you immediately
Trying maybe, to set you on fire
To change your life
Or to just make you stop and think
To make you cry like smoke in your eyes
To smile or maybe
Both