As I sit watching
the wood burn in the fire
My eyes feel the warmth
My body warms up
I feel nice and warm.
Poem written by Georgina Green, age 7.
My daughters wanted to publish their work online and asked me for some blog space – how could I refuse? Please do leave a comment to tell them if you like what they write.
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This evocative poem brings back happy memories of when my wood-burning stove was working! So much nicer than central heating. Your daughters are very talented!
Thank you! (They take after their Mum) 😉
Of course! 🙂
Lovely!
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