The smell of wood smoke on the air,
Reminds of years ago...
When wood stove kept us warm against,
Onslaught of winter's blow.
The stacks of wood outside the door,
Effort of our fall's labor...
Were used to feed stove's appetite,
And give us warmth to savor.
When wood stoves were replaced with gas,
That was a big mistake...
We gave up comfort, being warm,
Just for convenience sake.
The days when I could actually,
Warm both front and backside...
Are simply now, just memories,
Gone for the sake of pride.
(c)  Loree (Mason) O'Neil
Midi playing is:  Cattlecall


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