Let the old fire blaze <br /> An' the youngsters shout <br />An' the dog on the rug <br /> Sprawl full length out, <br />An' Mother an' I <br /> Sort o' settle down- <br />An' it's little we care <br /> For the noisy town. <br /> <br />Oh, it's little we care <br /> That the wind may blow, <br />An' the streets grow white <br /> With the drifted snow; <br />We'll face the storm <br /> With the break o' day, <br />But to-night we'll dream <br /> An' we'll sing an' play. <br /> <br />We'll sit by the fire <br /> Where it's snug an' warm, <br />An' pay no heed <br /> To the winter storm; <br />With a sheltering roof <br /> Let the blizzard roar; <br />We are safe at home- <br /> Can a king say more? <br /> <br />That's all that counts <br /> When the day is done: <br />The smiles of love <br /> And the youngsters' fun, <br />The cares put down <br /> With the evening gloam- <br />Here's the joy of all: <br /> To be safe at home.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/safe-at-home-3/
