Tim and Chad wishing they were firemen Fires
Agnes Louse Dean
The ottoman beside the fire is where I sit and think
The heat make me drowsy, the flames make me blink
I think about the blazing logs which once were stately trees
With all their leaves a-dancing, dancing in the breeze
Green in the summertime, scarlet in the Fall
With stars and snow at Christmas Tide, most beartiful of all
