The wood goes into the fire
Twisted by knots and time
Weather beaten and bowed
Far from its previous fine
The future brighter than the past
By some though misunderstood
While giving itself to the flame
Its value much more than wood
Warmth to the home is brought
Light chases the gloom away
Comfort for the weary feet
Joy on a cloudy day
Losing its earlier form
No thought of prior faults
Consumed by the flames of love
Dancing the fireplace waltz
David Kettler
My big leather chair faces our fireplace. It was sometime in early 2008 that I wrote Fireplace Waltz. The idea came to me from the many selfless people who
I have known who have turned the twists and turns in their life into something very helpful and warm toward their fellow man. I liked the idea that you will never see the faults that used to be there when their life has been consumed for others. You only see the positive effect. Fireplaces bring back wonderful memories to me. Dad would build huge fires in our fireplace on Ball road in Anaheim. He would show me how to stagger the wood and start with paper, then kindling on up to the large logs.
Fireplaces always remind me of our cabin in Arrowhead as well. A fireplace is the only source of heat in our little cabin and we used to really stoke it up. I still love to make a nice fire in our fireplace and do so whenever I can in the winter. This is one of my favorite poems...out of all that I have written.
Twisted by knots and time
Weather beaten and bowed
Far from its previous fine
The future brighter than the past
By some though misunderstood
While giving itself to the flame
Its value much more than wood
Warmth to the home is brought
Light chases the gloom away
Comfort for the weary feet
Joy on a cloudy day
Losing its earlier form
No thought of prior faults
Consumed by the flames of love
Dancing the fireplace waltz
David Kettler
My big leather chair faces our fireplace. It was sometime in early 2008 that I wrote Fireplace Waltz. The idea came to me from the many selfless people who
I have known who have turned the twists and turns in their life into something very helpful and warm toward their fellow man. I liked the idea that you will never see the faults that used to be there when their life has been consumed for others. You only see the positive effect. Fireplaces bring back wonderful memories to me. Dad would build huge fires in our fireplace on Ball road in Anaheim. He would show me how to stagger the wood and start with paper, then kindling on up to the large logs.
Fireplaces always remind me of our cabin in Arrowhead as well. A fireplace is the only source of heat in our little cabin and we used to really stoke it up. I still love to make a nice fire in our fireplace and do so whenever I can in the winter. This is one of my favorite poems...out of all that I have written.
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