Open Fire Poems - Poems about Open Fire

...After we turned from Africa we first lived in Cornwell and I got a job learning to be a riding instructor with Heather Hunt she was a tough lady to work for but her training was excellent I went on t......

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...High up near the top of the mountain he stood surveying all he could see for miles and miles He watched the hawks wheeling round and round then folding their wings they plummeted down striking t......

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... 2025.2.14 HAPPY VALENTINE I just fell in love too easily I remember, it was definitely, love at first sight. I was blinded, by all the dedicate dolls hand crafted With beatiful colourful mat......

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...Winter is so cold, snow is on the ground, sky is looking grey bare trees all around. Leaves have fallen there's a cold breeze in the air, pretty glowing snowflakes are fluttering everywhere. Peop......

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...I’ll be home for Christmas But not the driver of my bus Busy dropping passengers home A modern Santa Claus. It’s Christmas Eve today He knows glad tidings in the air Delivering people to all w......

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... I gathered up the remains of all those poems that somehow fell exhausted upon the page, the ones that ran out of breath and never quite found the words my mind wanted to speak. Some wer......

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...The CRUNCHING of tyres on the gravelly driveway The CLANG of the garden gate sharply closing The CLICK of the key in the lock The old door CREAKING open on its hinges The SNAP of the light swit......

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...Fall season with pumpkins and apple pie colored leaves Falling in front of your eyes little girls wanting tractor rides and chilly wind breeze blowing in the air jackets that zip up loud and farmer......

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...We need to remember our heritage and the reason we celebrate the 4th of July. Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence? Their story. . . F......

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...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Traitors in the midst, well, what would you know, ......

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...Moon's midriff chequered with light blue letterboxes and legos Carbon-dating the museums of our miniature hands riding the nightingale jukeboxes, Contoured in concertos of glacier nightgowns and ......

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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......

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...I could not relate to the carols; about jolly, happy snowmen, when I sculpted in the sand. I could not relate to the carols; about riding sleds through the snow, when I was riding my bike, i......

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...it all seemed bazaar to me; that Santa wore a thick fur lined coat, but our sun gave off a blistering heat. xmas characters wore overcoats, beanies and gloves, but I was wearing shorts, T-shi......

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...It was 1968 we'd gathered again in the school auditorium my tiny hands sweating only five years old while my name was called in all of this cold civil rights riots plagued my little brown mind sir......

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