Treasure Island

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.

Submitted: Thursday, April 18, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, May 14, 2013

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Nothing quite so soothing as sitting around a campfire lost in thought.

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