A chimney in the open space,
it is like a book of life.
If it could only sport a face,
and tell us of the times of strife,
or all the times with all the lace,
that it has had in its long life,
or what that olden fireplace
has cooked to strengthen life.
What was the olden house alike
that stood around it’s frame?
Was it a big and spacious strike
that stood alone while all aflame?
Or was it just a tiny strike,
with a family without an aim?
No matter what the house was like,
or what the family be.
For that old chimney stands alike,
a bulwark in a stormy sea.
(photo courtesy of Colleen Elder)
The Path continues..