You’ve heard the song “The Thrill is Gone,” well for me it is the wood.
In summer heat with blue jeans, gloves and sweat shirt there I stood.
In left hand a cup of ice water, the trusty hose in my right.
I watch intently, warily as the bare ground comes into sight.

I bless my “Turbo Burner” and my family for having made it.
It does the job, with little smoke, working quickly when it’s lit.
But if I see another stick of wood within the next half year.
I warn you friend, it is for my back and sanity that I fear.