Winter

Winter

What is it about the cold.
That makes you want to withdraw
Into the Fold.
What is it about Winter
That makes you want to find a Pub
And enter.
Is it the beer, is it the cheer
Is it the pastie and chip?
The time to sit back,
And enjoy the craic,
That makes you want to enter.
Is it the warming high log fire,
With the crackling
And the snappleing
And the orange and red of the flames
Grappling, with the smoke
As it trails up the Chimney.
Yeh! That’s what it is.