My first real noise on paper 1974. Included in DREAMS my first chapbook.2005
| THE FIREPLACE
The fireplace is such a world.
You can sit for hours and never soil.
There in the flames that leap so strong.
Slowly they can play out ones life song.
Lost in the blue that caresses the logs.
There by the ash the world that was lost.
Over by a twig a flame burns bright.
Capturing the thoughts of another night.
There by the orange the sun was awoken.
A day filled with love and words unspoken.
All through the time that it does burn.
Heaven is written in the house of the flame.
Placing more logs on a fire to light.
Making dreams that run through your sight.
Plans of tomorrow they will never end.
The fireplace is such that it makes people bend.
The power is soft,yet just and right.
When logs are dry the embers are bright.
Sleep usually enters through a gentle window.
When the last sparks fly from a dying bellow.
Joseph Bejcek Poewhit Copyright 1974 included in DREAMS my first chapbook. google; [ joseph bejcek poewhit ] [www.josephbejcekpoewhit.com ]