What More Comforting Than A Glowing Fire...

Poem By Hilda Bristow

What more comforting than a glowing fire
What more exhausting that loves desire
What more pleasing than a task well done
What more rewarding than a race well run
What more tender than a mother's care
What more gay than a seaside fair
When counting one's blessings one starts at the top
But once started...

One never..

Quite knows..

When to stop! !

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Yer mum had a rare and wry sense of humour
Yes and Yes again! Sinc Ernestine


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