| The
Firewood Poem
Beechwood fires are bright and clear
If the logs are kept a year,
Chestnut's only good they say,
If for logs 'tis laid away.
Make a fire of Elder tree,
Death within your house will be;
But ash new or ash old,
Is fit for a 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.
Elm wood burns like churchyard mould,
E'en the very flames are cold
But ash green or ash brown
Is fit for a queen with golden crown
Poplar
gives a bitter smoke,
Fills your eyes and makes you choke,
Apple wood will scent your room
Pear wood smells like flowers in bloom
Oaken logs, if dry and old
keep away the winter's cold
But ash wet or ash dry
a king shall warm his slippers by.
| The
firewood poem was written by Celia Congreve, is
believed to be first published in THE TIMES newspaper
on March 2nd 1930. |
|
The
Firewood Rhyme - Anon
Logs
to Burn, Logs to burn, Logs to burn,
Logs to save the coal a turn,
Here's a word to make you wise,
When you hear the woodman's cries.
Never
heed his usual tale,
That he has good logs for sale,
But read these lines and really learn,
The proper kind of logs to burn.
Oak
logs will warm you well,
If they're old and dry.
Larch logs of pine will smell,
But the sparks will fly.
Beech
logs for Christmas time,
Yew logs heat well.
"Scotch" logs it is a crime,
For anyone to sell.
Birch logs will burn too fast,
Chestnut scarce at all.
Hawthorn logs are good to last,
If you cut them in the fall.
Holly
logs will burn like wax,
You should burn them green,
Elm logs like smouldering flax,
No flame 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 grey,
Burn them green or old;
Buy up all that come your way,
They're worth their weight in gold. |
