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AN ANGLE CALLED SCAMMER
Oh to have a little house
With glowing hearth and fireside bright
On a cold and dreary winter’s night
Home sweet home is my delight
But if a foot should softly tread
A chill would travel down my being
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Then I would tremble in my chair
And with cowards’ courage I’d ask who’s there?
Tis’ I, a soft voice would then replied
Reminisce of years gone
A longing in my soul to hear once more
Yes. A voice I know so very well
“What brings you here? Pray do tell”
To keeps you safe… it is God’s command.
Deadlocks cannot keep me afar
I am part of you I will always be near
Generations have come and gone
My face in the flames you see it still
I am the shadow on the wall
And the chime of the clock that stands in the hall
I will comfort you when the fire dwindles
When ashes disintegrate
Stealing the light and the heat
Do not tremble .Do not fear
Trust me. Be brave
Locked doors cannot keep me from you
Sweet lady
I bring you peace. I bring you love
Let your heart warm to my voice
It’s I who gently takes your hand
I am your Guardian Angel
From Heaven above
Close your eyes feel the fire’s flame
Hear my soft footfall draw nearer…
Oh, to have a little house.
To own the hearth and stool
Turf piled against the wall
Home Sweet Home
My delight with an angel guiding from above
Watching over all I love.
There! The step again – nearer still
Awake! My slumbering sentiment
Was that footstep in my fantasising?
Scurry to bed from the fire’s flame bewitchment
Sleep well my dear
A trickster has breached your memories
Dawn’s light will find your fire dead
Your house relieved of your valuables.
G C Hill Jan 2017 ©
Gemma Hill Writeyou Writeme 