Welcome to My Poetry Site
A FIRE BURNS,
WITHIN THE HOME,
THE SMOKE..
ITS TELL TALE SIGN.
BILLOWING FROM OUT THE STACK,
WHITE GRAY COLUMN..DRIFTING SKYWARDS,
SWIRLING IN THE AIR.
AND FILL THE SENSES..
WITH SCENTS OF SWEETNESS,
NOT ANOTHER DOES COMPARE.
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
CHIMNEY SMOKE
CHIMNEY SMOKE