I didn't write this one. I've always enjoyed it and thought I should share it.
Not only is it a good read, but it is instructional.
Tree Farm by John Estabrook
WOOD HEAT
Beech wood fires are bright and clear
If the logs are kept a year.
Chestnut's only good, they say
If for long it's laid away.
But ash wood new or ash wood old
Is fit for a queen with a crown of gold.
Birch and fir logs burn too fast,
Blaze up bright and do not last.
Is by the Irish said
Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread.
Elm wood burns like churchyard mould -
E'en the very flames are cold;
But ash wood green and ash wood brown
Is fit for a queen with a golden crown.
Poplar gives a bitter smoke,
Fills your eyes and makes you choke.
Apple wood will scent your room
With an incense like perfume.
Oaken logs if dry and old
Keep away the winter cold.
But ash wood wet and ash wood dry
A king shall warm his slippers by.
Oak logs will warm you well,
If they're warm and dry.
Larch logs of pine wood smell
But sparks will fly.
Beech logs for Christmas time;
Yew logs heat well.
Scotch logs it's a crime
For anyone to sell.
Birch logs will burn too fast,
Chestnut scarce at all.
Hawthorn logs are good to last,
If cut in the fall.
Holly logs will burn like wax,
You should burn them green.
Elm logs like smouldering flax;
No flames to be seen.
Pear logs and apple logs,
They will scent your room.
Cherry logs across the dogs
Smell like flowers in bloom.
But ash logs all smooth and gray,
Burn them green or old,
Buy up all that come you way,
They're worth their weight in gold.
Cool story bro
ReplyDeletenice ass poem
ReplyDeleteYou make me love wood so much
ReplyDeleteReminds me of the Jim Gaffigan skit "I like wood..." lol
ReplyDeleteGreat poem :)
ReplyDelete*Applause*
ReplyDeleteI'll have to look into this John Estabrook fellow.
Damn this guy really loved wood, pretty impressive to actually write a poem with a rhyme scheme about it though.
ReplyDeletenice poem!
ReplyDeleteWhat's wrong with the scotch logs?
ReplyDeletei like this gets me in the mood for autumn
ReplyDeleteThis makes me want to get some logs ready to burn in the fireplace since winter is approaching fast
ReplyDeleteVery nice poem, you've got some good taste.
ReplyDeletecool poem
ReplyDeleteInteresting poem; read all the way through, but I don't think the full effect of it hit me.
ReplyDeleteI like poetry
ReplyDeleteDannie Abse and Conrad Aiken are just a few of my fav poets.
nice entry though looking forward for more! :)
great poem
ReplyDeleteA poem about wood. Pretty weird, but not bad.
ReplyDeleteim worth my weight in gold
ReplyDeleteAwesome poem man.
ReplyDeleteLike.
ReplyDeleteSo winsconsin huh?
Planning on going to a city anytime?
I think the scotch logs are referring to scotch pine, which is pretty close to jack pine. Not a good selection for heating your home.
ReplyDeleteFirst poem I've read on burning wood, odd that he didn't include cedar. Many fond childhood memories of throwing cedar logs that had time to sit into the fireplace and poking them as they were set ablaze.
ReplyDeleteI like the way you designed your blog :)
ReplyDeleteI'm an avid reader of yours so I'd appreciate it if you headed over to my blog and voted in my poll and stuff =)
ReplyDeleteI see. so you arent a city person?
ReplyDeleteWhy dont you like the city?
I have a gas fireplace. It sucks.
ReplyDeletevery well done cant wait for more
ReplyDeletepretty cool man want more naow
ReplyDeleteOh I love poems, that was very nice!
ReplyDeleteMesty =)
I love you poems
ReplyDeleteGood read, I enjoyed it thanks!
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