.6. It’s All There Poem by David Threadgold

An old man by the fireside
His rosy cheeks aglow
Looking at the burning logs
As flames begin to grow

A fire back of blackened soot
Its ash-pan dusty grey
Sparks that crackled loudly
Inside the flames they play

Tater’s in the ashes
Are baking for his tea
A trivet with its kettle on
His fire boils for free

He fills his pipe with baccy
Fire lights it with a spill
Hot water warms his teapot first
Before its final fill

His tater’s in the ashes
Their jackets now much crisper
Are lifted to his tea-plate
And buttered with a whisper

There’s everything he’s wanting
Beside him don’t you know
To keep him warm and feed him well
And keep his rosy glow


© 2008 David Threadgold
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