Bonfires Poem by Tamara DanielCarter

On a night with crisp air,
an amber glow of firelight
is rackeling and
before the wood turns to ash,
the smell of oak feels our senses.
Smokes rises up through the air
and tickles our noses.
Snuggeled up in our flannel shirts
talking with our friends
of our dreams of tomorrow
and our foolish fun of yesterday.
Sitting around a fire with
the sound of nature all around us.
Just as fire has left it's mark on the ground,
it has etched a spot in my memory.
Good friends and bon fires
is where I want to be.
Good friends and bon fires
is what I want to see.