Warm By The Fire

Come, my child,

Sit on that brown cushion,

Let's warm by the fire.

Stretch out our hands

Shake it, and rub together;

Have a deep breath, relax yourself.

Look at the flickering yellow fire,

listen carefully to the gas flowing

and the burning sound.

It's so cold outside,

The cloudy sky looks so close to our roof,

Ghostly wind happily playing his flute.

I hung out the washing this morning,

Supposed to dry in the air

But the clothes turned out to be ice block.

The weather lady says it will snow

Here is another England winter night.

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