The Old Wood Stove

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The old wood stove, a timeless treasure,
Bringing warmth to hearts without measure.
Its cast iron frame, a sturdy frame,
Holds memories of a bygone flame.
Through long winter nights it roared,
Filling the room with heat adored.
Its crackling embers, a cozy glow,
Chasing away the winter's icy woe.
With logs stacked high and flames aglow,
It cooked meals with a fiery show.
A kettle steamed, a teapot hummed,
Aromatic scents, a comforting sum.
A gathering place, a heart of the home,
Where stories were shared and hearts did roam.
Families huddled, hands outstretched,
Basking in the warmth, truly fetched.
Generations passed, yet it remained,
A symbol of resilience, strength ingrained.
The old wood stove, a cherished heirloom,
A beacon of comfort in every room.
Though now it rests, its fire gone dim,
Its legacy lives on, a cherished hymn.
The memories made, the tales it told,