For many years fireplaces were the focal point of country homes, where people gathered to warm themselves, where stories were told, where children were mesmerized by the dancing flames. But when a fireplace finds that it is no longer needed...
The Old Fireplace
The old homestead fireplace now silent and cold,
It once warmed families as favorite stories were told.
It once hosted parties where popcorn was popped,
And it brought many smiles, the joy never stopped.
Stories of Santa and how he came down it,
And left all the presents under the tree and around it.
The mantlepiece made from strong sturdy timber,
Where stockings were hung for each family member.
Now it is silent, no crackling, no hissing,
There's no family, no hearth, even the house has gone missing.
The tall brick chimney collapses and shatters,
And the fireplace itself no longer matters.
It now stands alone, its memories fast fading,
Its bricks now crumbling, it's no longer waiting,
For its family to someday rekindle its fire,
And soak in its warmth before they retire.
The bricks it was made from were formed from pressed clay,
But it's no longer needed at the end of the day.
Quenched and abandoned and a bit forlorn,
The fireplace returns to where it was born.
Back into dust, back into clay,
Perhaps to return again some day.
To once again warm and prove its worth,
To a brand new family on this green earth.