Bouquet Of Poetry: To A Chimney

Mendicant palace, cosy by the window,

Frugal sun-beams preys on shadow.

Vernal bliss breathes in life anew,

Strikes my wonder, a sun-bathed view.

An ancient edifice mocks the boast around,

Woven structures that sweep the ground.

Brick cells in arrays stand the dark urn,

Melancholy sentry infolds a hoary burn.

Eighty clings upon a score old beard,

Grows that outcast along the yard.

Crested crown serves lofty nestling seat,

Dusky womb conceives on chirping feast.

Sorrow-laden chimney does hang quaint,

Adore my lone-dwell like a window-paint.