The Fire Burning

Come in when you see the fire burning,
come in and sit awhile.
There is a kettle always on the go
and some stories to make you smile.
The house is always open
to strangers and to friends,
so come in and sit a spell.
Laughter always rings out from here
with endless cups to drink.
Therefore, when you see the fire burning
come in and join us all.

30 July 2009

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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