Ode To A Fireplace

Fire, fire, in the place,

Chase the cold from limbs and face,

Make my body warm, and keep

My mind at ease so I may sleep.

Do not from the hearth go venture

Or your name I’ll surely censure

As I, with woe, seek to smother

You, the fire I once did mother,

For if you wander to and fro

Up in you my house will go

And I will be unhoused and blue

Because, dear fire, of the antics of you.

Thus I, my fiery friend, entreat:

Don’t aspire to more than heat

A home. Restrain your conflagration

And we’ll share a heartfelt celebration.