Throw a Log on the Fire by Chip Tolson

A fireside poem for a grey, rainy day

THROW A LOG ON THE FIREfire

Logs burn bright in winter, a warming glow secure
Amidst the chill and dark, they’ve warmed us times before.
Throw a log on the fire, burn another log yet.
We felled the dying tree, zounds, how it made us sweat.

Fires are hot in winter they ease our aches and pains
We think of burning embers and sharpen cutting chains.
Throw a log on the fire, burn another log yet.
We cut it branch by branch, phew, how it made us sweat.

Crowds sit round in winter, dogs they block the heat
They stare at smoke and flames as we jostle for a seat.
Throw a log on the fire, burn another log yet.
We sawed it in the pit, grief, how it made us sweat.

Drink good ale in winter, taste the warming liquor.
The bottle soon is gone, the axe it warmed us quicker.
Throw a log on the fire, burn another log yet.
We stacked them to the roof, strewth, how it made us sweat.

Sleep by fires in winter, we’ve earned a time of rest.
Oft times our labour warmed us, the logs have done their best.
Throw a log on the fire, burn another log yet.
We hauled them to the house, hey, how it made us sweat.

Spider webs are frozen, frost is on the ground
We’re stirring from our slumber, blinking, looking round.
Throw a log on the fire, burn another log yet.
We’ll thank that ancient tree and how it made us sweat.

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