Again, a little poem before bedtime.

The Chimney
By Bailey Coppola

In the Amazon, at 100 degrees, misty humid weather, there was a chimney. No fireplace, just an old soggy chimney up in a tree. I think of it today, questions like, how did that chimney get up in that tree? I will never know the answer to that random question though. I will never forget that old soggy chimney no matter how long I live. Me, today, just a little old man, but strong in his spirit, will remember that old soggy chimney up in a tree.