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When the Coal House's Full
George W. Doneghy


When the nights are gittin' chilly and the leaves begin to fade,
An' the mercury's down to thirty, 'stead o' ninety in the shade,
There's a happy kind o' feelin' takes possession o' the soul?
With the smoke house full o' middlin', and the coal house full o' coal!

When the wintry winds are whistlin' through the branches o' the trees,
An' the dead leaves are a-flyin' and a-rustlin' in the breeze,
You kin feel the vast contentment that over you will roll?
If the barn is full o' fodder, and the coal house full o' coal!

When the 'skeeter's ceased from troublin' and the fly is chilled to death,
An' the window-pane is written with the Frost King's icy breath,
You kin dream about the Summer-time, an' that old fishin' pole?
If the pantry's full o' victuals, an' the coal house full o' coal!

When your supper's been digested an' you're dozin' in your chair,
Or you're tucked between the blankets from the frosty, nippin' air,
Why, your dreams will be the sweeter if you've helped some sufferin' soul
Whose larder's scant o' victuals, and his coal house minus coal!


This poem is in the public domain.



George W. Doneghy (1848 - 1917) was a Kentucky poet whose work was widely published in newspapers and magazines during his lifetime. He was the author of at least one book, The Old Hanging Fork and Other Verses (1897). In 1901, George was working as associate editor at the Tri-Weekly Kentucky Advocate in Danville.

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I like the movement to the 'other' at the end.
Posted 01/09/2017 09:13 AM
Larry Schug:
The same way I feel about my pantry and firewood pile. Well said!
Posted 01/09/2017 08:03 AM
I remember our coal bin in the basement.
Posted 01/09/2017 07:58 AM
Jean :D:
My sentiments are exactly those of blueskies. Great poem!
Posted 01/09/2017 06:12 AM
Yes -it is a picture-perfect poem in every way.
Posted 01/09/2017 06:01 AM
A picture-perfect poem with rhythm & rhyme to warm one's soul. Thanks, George & Jayne.
Posted 01/09/2017 05:59 AM
I still have the old coal bucket we used when I was a child. It sits on my my hearth, unused, but not forgotten.
Posted 01/09/2017 05:55 AM

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