The Enterpize Range
No...it wasn’t just a stove back then
If shecould talk ohthe stories she’d tell
If you care to take the time to listen
Her old wood box I’ll fill
You see she was a source of heat
On a cold winter’s snow day
She made a fine pot of steeped tea
When the kids were at play
A water heater for bath-time
Letting the flame go out was a crime
She was all the aromas of Christmas
And a welcome sight rain or shine
An oven for Mom’s sweet baking
On top a hot pot of soup or a stew
Bread rising in the warming oven
Behind her a place for Dad’s brew
Oh yes, she could be fickle and ornery
And often cursed at a fair bit
She could smoke out the whole house
Throwing a little hissy fit
She overheard many an announcement
Some were good and some were bad
And she appreciated lots of good music
From the kitchen parties we had
Now today there’s electric and microwaves
Convection ovens and the likes
But that old Enterprize was part of our family
Loved by old folks, parents and tykes…
I like the casual tone you set with this poem. Makes me want to cuddle with a mug of hot chocolate. Very cozy:)
Sheila
Lin
& yes just like your heritage poem
it was the gathering place for visits too, playing cards & gutars in the warmth of a kitchen that always served great food!
Love The Visit Back Into Time Capsules of The Good Ole Dayz....
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
Hugs,
Anna
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
In Spirit,
Bear
Allen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. ;D
Hugs,
Christine
My grandma's one could crack a minute notice the most tasteful cookies a child could dream.
Yes, that was another times, and better I must say.
Georg