Out behind the woodpile or in some cases the wood shed is where your pa takes you to get a lickin', sometimes with a hick'ry switch. It is also the subject of a wonderful poem called The Wood-pile by Robert Frost.
Out behind the woodpile or in some cases the wood shed is where your pa takes you to get a lickin', sometimes with a hick'ry switch. It is also the subject of a wonderful poem called The Wood-pile by Robert Frost.