Another poem about wood.

 This poem was sent to me by friend of the blog Gorges Symth.


In Praise of Ash

Beechwood fires are bright and clear,
If the logs are kept a year.
Chestnut’s only good, they say,
If for long ‘tis laid away.
But ash wood new or ash wood 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
That Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread.
Elm wood burns like churchyard mold,
Even the very flames are cold.
But ash wood green or ash wood 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 room
With an incense like perfume.
Oaken logs if dry and old,
Will keep away the winter’s cold.
But ash wood wet or ash wood dry,
A king shall warm his slippers by.

English children’s rhyme