~ ode to the chimney ~
Right across the country paddocks, of here and no doubt anywhere in the world, there are chimneys standing – a memorial to the old homesteads that once stood there!
The wonderful Peter Kurdulija posted a view of this one and these words came to me in memory of all those chimneys and the families who lived by them.
Chookas! ♥
~ ode to the chimney ~ belongs to the following groups:
All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Australian Landmarks and Icons, History, Live, Love, Dream: , Mature Woman and The PatchworkIt’s always the chimney left standing
long after the house has gone
burnt to the ground or just crumbled to dust
the faithful chimney stands on
Usually first erected
and used every day of it’s life
built to last an eternity
by many a man and his wife
Ironic though that you’ll find
whenever a house burns down
the chimney remains untouched
you can see them all over town
So here’s my ode to the chimney
and blessing the fireplace beneath
long may you cook me my dinner
and give blissful warmth to my feet!
amarica
The chimney is like Christ…the foundation cornerstone for warm and comfort. The place to go for nourishment, burning brightly through the darkest night…standing firm against the storms of life….
Well done my friend!!!
Sally Omar
Alyssa, Absolutely beautiful….and Peter’s view is marvelous!!!! Hugs, Sally xxxxxxooooo
PJ Ryan
gorgeous !!
so true .. this gave me a little chuckle and a warm feet by the fire feeling xx
loramae
Still using my chimney :O) Made me smile!
Sean Jansen
Beautiful :)
dawndavies
great written piece,dawnx
Jen Whyte
Fabulous!!!
papadad
Love this poem so simple yet so true, In Scotland during the clearances the factors burnt the thatched roofs and only the stone walls and the chimney remained, they thought the spirits of the people lived on in the chimney and were never pulled down, great work
Brumbyy
Amazing, for I have often asked myself, what it is that lets a chimney hold together with little other than old cement, to withstand the forces of nature alone, for so long. Maybe it is the souls of those that warmed their feet, and whilst they still hold hands, the chimney stands. Nice poem.