silly writings by a silly monkey

A week ago I had a fire,
  To warm my feet, my hands and face;
Cold winds, that never make a friend,
  Crept in and out of every place.
Today the fields are rich in grass,
  And buttercups in thousands grow;
I’ll show the World where I have been –
  With gold-dust seen on either shoe.
Till to my garden back I come,
  Where [...]