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Firewood Poem
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Beech wood fires burn bright and clear
If the logs are kept a year
Chestnut only good they say
If for long 'tis laid away
But ash new or ash old
Is fit for queen with crown of gold
Birch and fir logs burn too fast
Blaze up bright and do not last
It is by the Irish said
Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread
Elmwood burns like churchyard mold
E'en the very flames are cold
But ash green or ash brown
Is fit for queen with golden crown
Poplar gives a bitter smoke
Fills your eyes and makes you choke
Apple wood will scent your home
with an incense like perfume
Oaken logs, if dry and old
Will keep away the winters cold
But ash wet or ash dry
A king shall warm his slippers by.
Author Unknown
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