Embers tune

Embers tune......(English pub in winter)

Oh to quietly sit and be ignored,
Just to listen to the chatter is all I need,

And sup and think in heady stupor.
By the cracking lump wood fire.

No noise of artificial hue,
no bright and neon buzz,

Last years sun is glowing true,
in the hearth of iron and stone.

Stored in wood and lit with care,
now warming face and room.

All I want is just to watch and listen
to the ancient embers tune.