Monday, August 23, 2010

A memory of warmth on a cold winter day...

Though it's plenty hot outside these days (102*) a poem I read today reminded me of cold winter days when I was little...

When Father Shook The Stove
by Edgar A Guest

'Twas not so many years ago,
Say, twenty-two or three,
When zero weather or below
Held many a thrill for me.
Then in my icy room I slept
A youngster's sweet repose,
And always on my form I kept
My flannel underclothes.
Then I was roused by sudden shock
Though still to sleep I strove,
I knew that it was seven o'clock
When father shook the stove.

I never heard him quit his bed
Or his alarm clock ring;
I never heard his gentle tread,
Or his attempts to sing;
The sun that found my window pane
On me was wholly lost,
Though many a sunbeam tried in vain
To penetrate the frost.
To human voice I never stirred,
But deeper down I dove
Beneath the covers, when I heard
My father shake the stove.

To-day it all comes back to me
And I can hear it still;
He seemed to take a special glee
In shaking with a will.
He flung the noisy dampers back, 
Then rattled steel on steel,
Until the force of his attack
The building seemed to feel.
Though I'd a youngster's heavy eyes
All sleep from them he drove;
It seemed to me the dead must rise
When father shook the stove.

Now radiators thump and pound
And every room is warm,
And modern men new ways have found
To shield us from the storm.
The window panes are seldom glossed
The way they used to be;
The pictures left by old Jack Frost
Our children never see.
And now that he has gone to rest
In God's great slumber grove,
I often think those days were best
When father shook the stove.

Really reminds me of my step-dad getting up at 4 am every morning to put wood in the stove to heat the house so that when we got up we had a nice warm room to go into and I still miss being able to back up to that stove and feel the warmth of wood heat, even though it's 102 today.

Hope you are keeping cool. Have a happy day!

1 comment:

Gail said...

What a sweet memory and a fun poem. I'm a cold weather lover myself, when it gets over 90 degrees outside I'm just no good! I guess it's good that I live in Oregon where our temps usually aren't too extreme.
Hope your weather cools down soon...:)

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