Two at a Fireside
I built a chimney for a comrade old,
I did the service not for hope or hire–
And then I traveled on in winter’s cold,
Yet all the day I glowed before the fire.
Poetry For Children
Two at a Fireside
I built a chimney for a comrade old,
I did the service not for hope or hire–
And then I traveled on in winter’s cold,
Yet all the day I glowed before the fire.