An old poem about the burning attributes of different woods:
Beechwood fires burn bright and clear,
If the logs are kept a year.
Chestnut, only good they say,
If for years it's stored away.
But Ashwood green and Ashwood brown,
Are fit for a Queen with a golden crown.
Oaken logs, dry and old,
Keep away the winter cold.
Poplar gives bitter smoke,
Fills your eyes and makes you choke.
Elmwood burns like a churchyard mould,
Even the very flames are cold.
Applewood will scent the room,
Pearwood smells like flowers in bloom.
But Ashwood wet and Ashwood dry,
A king may warm his slippers by.
Choose your Yule Log carefully.