Hilda Bristow

Rookie (11 April 1927 - 8 February 2004 / Durham, United Kingdom)

What More Comforting Than A Glowing Fire... - Poem by Hilda Bristow

What more comforting than a glowing fire
What more exhausting that loves desire
What more pleasing than a task well done
What more rewarding than a race well run
What more tender than a mother's care
What more gay than a seaside fair
When counting one's blessings one starts at the top
But once started...

One never..

Quite knows..

When to stop! !

Comments about What More Comforting Than A Glowing Fire... by Hilda Bristow

  • (12/10/2005 4:37:00 AM)

    Yer mum had a rare and wry sense of humour (Report) Reply

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  • Ernestine Northover (9/18/2005 3:21:00 PM)

    Yes and Yes again! Sinc Ernestine (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 16, 2005

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