By the Fireplace
The fire's reach is ideal, not too high.
The dancing orange embers keep us warm.
Winter's harsh wrath is ever drawing nigh.
But the hearth protects from the cold and storm.
By the fireplace new stories unfold.
Of how we outlast season to season.
These make the tales of both new and of old.
We can and will survive; we have reason.
Coffee and hot chocolate make the day.
A movie or two keeps us together.
And we will make sure we gather to pray.
We will gather here now and forever.
All winter it is us by the fire.
Through games and laughter we always endure.
Old Man Winter will finally tire.
We will last by the hearth; that is for sure.
Many years have passed by the fireplace.
Many are those who have stayed at this space.
Copyright © David Cardamone | Year Posted 2019
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