Winter Coal Fire

Finished, Dads day at work He’d stop to buy the paper
After dinner, which we called tea
Dad would read to my brothers, Mum and me.

Everywhere the house was cold…
except by the front room’s gorging chimney
Beneath the grate of coal bright heat
That was just my favourite carpet seat.

While often I would, just stare…
Into the coal bright embers there
Seeing castles and exotic scenes
Mountain lakes to, deep ravines.

“Old Codgers” page would make Dad smile
Beguiled, I never thought those days would end
The Light programme gave an extra glow
To those days so long, long years ago.

That fire place was a hungry host
That still at times, I miss the most
The blotched legs from that heat of fire
Gave me life songs I acquired.

 

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