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
