G.R. Gaus (April 11 1950 / St. Louis)
Life & Death of a Campfire
Dancing flames lick through the wood,
Its taste must satisfy,
Engulfing everything it could,
Sparks of ember fly,
A wayward wind embraces the fire,
Igniting smoldering coals,
Sending smoke a swirling higher,
Nature at the controls.
Gazing into this colorful display,
Warmth felt deep inside,
In all its beauty a natural array,
Combustion and fuel reside.
Now burning down, a glowing bed,
A breeze changes the shade,
Yellow-orange to crimson red,
Slowly beginning to fade.
Fallen ashes melt into dust,
Winds soon blow em away,
Lifting them in a healthy gust,
Scattered endlessly astray.
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