Friday, 13 January 2017

The Firewood Poem

Clandeboye estate, County Down, operates a thriving sawmill which sells logs for firewood.

Their firewood is harvested from the estate’s 600 acres of woodlands.

It is the largest area of broadleaved woodlands in Northern Ireland, thereby ensuring an excellent source of ready-split logs for sale.

The sawmill operates a ‘pick your own’ system, whereby you can fill recycled bags with logs to suit your requirements.

You can also bring a trailer to fill from one of their builders’ bags if you need to stock up at home.

The estate sawmill  is open on Fridays between 9am and 4pm (closed 12-1pm for lunch).

They have published a charming piece of poetry entitled The Firewood Poem, by Lady Congreve.

It is believed to have been published in The Times newspaper on the 2nd March, 1930:

Beechwood fires are bright and clear
If the logs are kept a year,
Chestnut's only good they say,
If for logs 'tis laid away.
Make a fire of Elder tree,
Death within your house will be;
But ash new or ash old,
Is fit for a queen with crown of gold

Birch and fir logs burn too fast
Blaze up bright and do not last,
it is by the Irish said
Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread.
Elm wood burns like churchyard mould,
E'en the very flames are cold
But ash green or ash brown
Is fit for a queen with golden crown

Poplar gives a bitter smoke,
Fills your eyes and makes you choke,
Apple wood will scent your room
Pear wood smells like flowers in bloom
Oaken logs, if dry and old
keep away the winter's cold
But ash wet or ash dry
a king shall warm his slippers by.

1 comment :

Anonymous said...

One can imagine Lord Belmont in his well worn Barbour , battered Tilley hat and green wellies reciting this poem to himself as he gathers in the winter log supply. Images of sitting in front of a blazing fire , brandy warming in a cupped hand and the cosy Church slippers resting rear the hearth as he peruses an old P G Woodhouse classic , - ah if only it was like that all the time.