When Mother Cooked With Wood Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEGHDHDIJIJ KDKDLMLMNDNDCOCPQDQD| I do not quarrel with the gas | A |
| Our modern range is fine | B |
| The ancient stove was doomed to pass | A |
| From Time's grim firing line | B |
| Yet now and then there comes to me | C |
| The thought of dinners good | D |
| And pies and cake that used to be | C |
| When mother cooked with wood | D |
| The axe has vanished from the yard | E |
| The chopping block is gone | F |
| There is no pile of corkwood hard | E |
| For boys to work upon | G |
| There is no box that must be filled | H |
| Each morning to the hood | D |
| Time in its ruthlessness has willed | H |
| The passing of the wood | D |
| And yet those days were fragrant days | I |
| And spicy days and rare | J |
| The kitchen knew a cheerful blaze | I |
| And friendliness was there | J |
| And every appetite was keen | K |
| For breakfasts that were good | D |
| When I had scarcely turned thirteen | K |
| And mother cooked with wood | D |
| I used to dread my daily chore | L |
| I used to think it tough | M |
| When mother at the kitchen door | L |
| Said I'd not chopped enough | M |
| And on her baking days I know | N |
| I shirked whene'er I could | D |
| In that now happy long ago | N |
| When mother cooked with wood | D |
| I never thought I'd wish to see | C |
| That pile of wood again | O |
| Back then it only seemed to me | C |
| A source of care and pain | P |
| But now I'd gladly give my all | Q |
| To stand where once I stood | D |
| If those rare days I could recall | Q |
| When mother cooked with wood | D |
Edgar Albert Guest
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Marsha Robinson: In a phone conversation, my brother began quoting this poem. It was a favorite of my dad’s as he chopped wood for his mother’s cooking stove when he was a lad. I then looked it up. ‘Almost brought tears to my eyes.
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