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Our Chimney
Our Chimney
The growling flames roared like a lion
Our parents were running around in a panic
They were worried one of our nosey neighbours
Might call the Fire Brigade
If they did, a hefty price would be paid
We were supposed to be afraid
But we were full of excitement, running barefoot in the snow
Watching the plume of grey-black smoke
Spiraling into the sky, from our chimney
Forming a huge dark cloud in the street
I can still smell the scent
Of that acrid burning soot
Like it was only yesterday
You can be sure of one thing
It was the hottest our house got all winter
I can see my dad, touching the walls
Using the palms of his hands as a thermometers
Making sure the heat wasn't penetrating the bricks
And getting hot enough, to scorch the wallpaper
We still laugh and joke about it to this day
Footnote:
This is a true story, it was an embarrassing time for many a family,who tried to save a few shillings, by not having their chimneys swept clean,every summer.
The picture above, is pretty much what ours looked like the next day, after the fire had burnt itself out
