Chestnuts Poems - Poems about Chestnuts

Fresh football fixtures, fill our Saturdays kids all get haircuts and new shoes for school white summer dresses are folded away north winds caress us as evenings turn cool Summer's end harvest, berries and chestnuts broken branches, the scattering of leaves shaken dog walkers with their shell shocked mutts low hanging sunshine, a Cox apple breeze Weather becomes our preoccupation ends talk of rioters,...

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My cousin Finn was raving about the new dish at Claude’s Diner. There is no appetizer better, truly nothing finer. They call it Chestnuts roasting over an Open Fire. I had to run out and try it, I had such a desire! Are you sure? Asked the waitress, my Auntie Maude. Oh, yes, I said, staring past her at the...

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______________________________________________________ It’s been ages since I cooked chestnuts for mother Now that she’s in Heaven enjoying better things. But each year she would ask me for her favourite Which always happened at Christmas. And who am I to desist from giving her what she wanted. To tell you the truth I hated this concoction. But would I deprive my mother from...

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around this time smoke make as you blind the smell like hell you walk shop there;s the cart fires goes highers you almost joke its CHESTNUT ANS SMOKE...

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as you shop block to block makeing food its a holiday ring bell you can tell by that smell as you go your way its HOLIDAY CHESTNUTS AND SMELL...

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as you shop block to block makeing food its a holiday ring bell you can tell by that smell as you go your way its HOLIDAY CHESTNUTS AND SMELL...

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you'll know it well just by the smell as you or bopping holiday shopping it flows in the air and you or aware as you about to choke its CHESTNUTS AND SMOKE...

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its that time its one of a kind you;ll choke by th smell of smoke moving high to the sky its like moving dust it jut CHRISTMA AND CHESTNUT...

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no doudt they come out the smoke make you choke flowing in the air you love up an stare and the smell you can tell so you buy a cup this stuff this is the SEASON FOR CHESTNUT...

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One day I visited the park with my family. We ate some PBJs and various other sandwiches. I decided to walk off with my journal to study the various hues of leaves. Trees of gold, scarlet, and bright titian surround me. There, through the mosaic of colour, I see a special tree. A chestnut tree. Tall, majestic,...

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when your chrismas shopping and stopping you can't help but spell like coming from hell the smoke make you joke it a sprit of this stuff the asmell of hoilday CHESTNUTS...

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you can tell by the smell it like from hell see the smoke this is no joke whens that hoilday i can say for that reason its CHESTNUT SEASON...

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