How many of you, remember the fireside
A place to toast the bread, and chestnuts too
Warm your cold legs up a bit, and warm your hands
And do what all good families liked to do
Sit and hug and dream away an evening
Whilst Jack Frost is about, and inside, he
Coats the window pane with all his white breath
Christmas Day together happily
A place to toast the bread, and chestnuts too
Warm your cold legs up a bit, and warm your hands
And do what all good families liked to do
Sit and hug and dream away an evening
Whilst Jack Frost is about, and inside, he
Coats the window pane with all his white breath
Christmas Day together happily
Nowadays so few homes still have their firesides
The centre which gave off its magic glow
Nowadays people hardly ever chatter
Hypnotic firesides, no one wants to know
This is progress, flat screens,wrap around sound
Ipods, 24 hour drinking in
Knife crime, Wars a raging all around us
Identity theft, Society wearing thin
War on Terror, millions killed in IRAQ
I wish somehow I could re live this rhyme
And sit beside the fireside with my mother
And see her lovely face just one more time
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
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I remember my mothers fire side and would also give anything to be sitting there with her again, my dad too. I have a fireside of my own but am often too. Josh to sit there or. Ant afford the coal! Life was simpler then and we have lost something precious but hopefully at some point we’ll all calm down again and get it back. Lovely poem Rex xxx