The Chimney Pot

 A chimney pot,so fine  
could grace an Edwardian terrace    
cream wash of yesteryear,    
no cracks I can see,    
proud above the stack of bricks    
terracotta and straight,  
Clay taken where now we fish    
dug and burnt, chalk white mortar    
holding up the wall.    
Who clambered a ladder    
to crown the chimney stack ?    
Do not know, shall never know,    
but I know why....it was pride    
 lifted up that heavy pot...    
A humble hovel damp and cold    
fit only for a charcoal burner,    
deserved to have its day    
and smoke at evening light.