They carried <br />all the logs, <br />just one by one, <br />down to the village, <br />off the top of <br />Weller's Mountain. <br /> <br />There was an accident, <br />when one, with clumsy feet <br />slipped in the mud <br />and, instantly, the log, <br />now free and full of glee, <br />rolled down to join the others. <br /> <br />It stunned them all, and <br />with the wisdom of the ages <br />they heaved them once again <br />onto sore shoulders, <br />to carry all up to the top. <br /> <br />With loud applause and laughter, <br />raucous, echoing in victory, <br />all logs, but one by one <br />were nudged to start their journey <br />down to the valley, independently, <br />it was a man-made thought <br />which stood the test of ages.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weller-s-logs/
