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The Eclectic Pen - Campfire

By: Sabriena W. (hazeleyesrangeleyes)   + 3 more  
Date Submitted: 8/12/2008
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 70

  The fires flame is tall,
Lighting camp for all,
The rocks around are big and small,
Here's a valley, there's a knoll.

The blaze leaps high, then crouches low,
I see a face, and now a bow,
Now a tire, now a crow,
Add a stick, and the fire 'll grow.

The fire is dying, leaving ash and coal,
The last few embers feel death's toll,
Night has won, it's reached its goal,
And now the campfire with ash is full.

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Lena S. (SquirrelNutkin) - 8/22/2008 7:51 PM ET
I really like this. I can feel the heat on my face and the cool night air at my back and crickets all around. It really makes me feel and remember, thank you.
Catherine S. (focolarina) - 9/4/2008 7:11 PM ET
Lively. I like how you made it rhyme so effortlessly!
Sabriena W. (hazeleyesrangeleyes) - 9/30/2008 8:18 PM ET
Thank you for the comments. This is one of my better ones, I think.
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