Winter Evening

A clipper ship far out at sea,
A bowl of turquoise blue,
An old, brass jug from London Town,
Gay portieres quite new,
A singing hearth, a welcome lamp,
Books beckoning in a row
Make me stay home and laugh to hear
A wild Nor’easter blow.

The seventh in a series of my great-grandma’s poems.

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