~ By Courtesy of Others ~
Hearth
(acrostic poem)
Home beckons; my work here is done.
Every moment I did desire
Always to be by my hearth's fire;
Ravenous winter leaves no sun.
Towards the fire's warmth I now run.
Heat fills my home's hearth in the shire.
© Justin Douglas Blackford
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