Writer, copy editor, and educator who finds joy in reading, writing, and thinking along life’s trails

Crumbling fireplace


Crumbling

Of crumbling, rough brick long overgrown

stands the chimney of my family home.

A single sentinel tall and strong

rising through nature’s wildness long

abandoned to will of leaf and vine.

A shadow of a warmer time

when those men and women who came before

me saw joys and sorrows, sought for more,

shaped a life around hearth-warmed stones

now a proud monument to noble bones.

As I reflect upon their early ways,

the happenings of those pioneer days,

I treasure their gift to me alone

marked by crumbling, rough brick

long overgrown.

 

1987 © Martha Stoddard

 


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