Paul Bunyan
The Giant Axe-Man of the North Woods
Axe in hand, frost at my heels, forest beneath my boots.
If you hear the wind howlin’ through the firs, that’s just me clearin’ my throat. If the lakes shimmer real deep blue, them’s my footprints. I chop, I haul, I laugh loud enough to crack the ice. Babe’s always beside me — blue as a winter sky and twice as strong. We don’t stop movin’. The woods don’t want us still.
What I'm Into: Babe the Blue Ox, blizzards that howl, pine trees that kiss the clouds, campfire tales with sawdust laughs, choppin’ through frost and myth
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