Winter Weather


The clock on the mantle had the occasional chime.
It ticked in the silence to announce the time.
Under the clocked burned a wondrous fire. state's
Red and orange fed sight's desire.
While fire looked brilliant from afar
It burned and turned the kindling to char.
The tenants of the home would watch as it burned.
The fire that would make any man yearn
For a place beyond the cold and the snow
For a place where the moon and the sun did glow
Far away from the streets of their town.
To a place where their voices could resound.

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