The Stove
photo (c) Loree O'Neil)
White enameled
face,
All dusted with
care...
Standing on legs,
That cause one to
stare.
For many long
years,
In one place it's
sat...
Definitely
antique,
One can't argue with
that.
Still ready to
go,
At each
new occasion...
Comes to life with one
match,
And little
persuasion.
Over years it has
seen,
Hundreds come and then
go...
Warming their
food,
With a bright orange
glow.
No timers nor
gadgets,
No things to go
wrong...
It stands at the
ready,
When gas is turned
on.
It's days may be
numbered,
It's fate
still unknown...
But for
services rendered,
It stands on it's
own.
(C) 05/16/05 Loree
(Mason) O'Neil
midi playing is: Faded
Love
