The Chimney Pot

An Edwardian chimney pot    
fine and out of place,    
cream wash of yester-year,    
no cracks that I can see.    
Proud above the stack of bricks    
still straight, well almost !    
Clay taken where now we fish    
dug and burnt, chalk white mortar    
holding up the wrinkling wall.    
     
Who clambered up a ladder    
to crown the chimney stack ?    
I do not know, shall never know    
But know why..... pride    
lifting up that heavy pot...    
a humble hovel damp and cold    
a way of life crumbles,    
fit only for a charcoal burner,    
deserving to have its day    
and smoke at evening light.