Teresa Johnson nee Mc Monagle
"High Flyer"
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This poem was a piece I did to go with a ’house-warming’ gift of a wood-burning stove!.
It was to be done in two separate sections and only the first part had a named author - so whether the same man composed the second part I do not know..
THE WINTER EVENING
Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast,
Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,
And, while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
Throws up a steamy column, and the cups,
That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each,
So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fire-side enjoyments, home-born happiness
William Cowpert 1731 - 1800
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BEECHWOOD fires are bright and clear,
If the logs are kept a year,
CHESTNUT only good they say,
If for long ’tis laid away.
BIRCH and FIR logs burn too fast,
Blaze up bright and do not last,
It is, by the Irish said,
HAWTHORN bakes the sweetest bread,
ELM wood burns like churchyard mold,
E’en the very flames are cold.
POPLAR gives a bitter smoke,
Fills your eye’s and makes you choke,
APPLE wood will scent your room,
With an incense like perfume,
OAK and MAPLE dry and old,
Keep away the winter’s cold,
But ASH wood wet or ASH wood dry,
A King shall warm his slippers by.
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