Poem WIP

This has been running through my thoughts all day and I am stumped as the next line or lines

Please add if you feel you can keep it clean and inline with the main stream of woodwork or metal work

I want a wondering through the forest (not a national Park or forest)
All the various tree's I to see
upon the ground in front of me two logs
one almost square one almost round
each was about 9" x 14" long
I picked them up and took them home
to ponder what to make
I placed them on the shelf

And there they'll sit
Till I am dust
And the kid's will say.....
















Whats this junk?

Astrid

possibly

but nope sons like wood too