saw this and thought I'd post it.
it came from a website for an estate in N Ireland selling their wood.
bit of fun with some knowledge mixed in?
The Firewood Poem
Beechwood fires are bright and clear
If the logs are kept a year,
Chestnuts only good they say,
If for logs tis laid away.
Make a fire of Elder tree,
Death within your house will be;
But ash new or ash old,
Is fit for a 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
Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread.
Elm wood burns like churchyard mould,
Een the very flames are cold
But ash green or ash brown
Is fit for a queen with golden crown
Poplar gives a bitter smoke,
Fills your eyes and makes you choke,
Apple wood will scent your room
Pear wood smells like flowers in bloom
Oaken logs, if dry and old
keep away the winters cold
But ash wet or ash dry
a king shall warm his slippers by.
it came from a website for an estate in N Ireland selling their wood.
bit of fun with some knowledge mixed in?
The Firewood Poem
Beechwood fires are bright and clear
If the logs are kept a year,
Chestnuts only good they say,
If for logs tis laid away.
Make a fire of Elder tree,
Death within your house will be;
But ash new or ash old,
Is fit for a 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
Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread.
Elm wood burns like churchyard mould,
Een the very flames are cold
But ash green or ash brown
Is fit for a queen with golden crown
Poplar gives a bitter smoke,
Fills your eyes and makes you choke,
Apple wood will scent your room
Pear wood smells like flowers in bloom
Oaken logs, if dry and old
keep away the winters cold
But ash wet or ash dry
a king shall warm his slippers by.