Sitting by the campfire
with my family, as a child
looking for pictures within the flames
toasting marshmallows too.
I loved to watch the blaze
as it would slowly fade to embers
that's when I'd search for a knobbly stick
to poke at and rekindle the fire.
Most times I would only succeed
in almost smothering what was burning
yet somehow I gained satisfaction
as eventually cinders sparked once more.
My thoughts were always floating
in a world of dreamy hues
while jabbing and nudging the coals
my mind would waft aloft with sparking fervour.
Author notes
Prompt - To poke a wood fire is more solid enjoyment than almost anything else in the world. ~Charles Dudley Warner
In a list
A contest entry
- The Ultimate Sophistication by autarky.
700 points, ended November 30, 2007, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very descriptive sis, camping...something I've never done not even as a child. You have painted a lovely scene from a childhood memory with such lovely imagery. Well done and good luck in the contest.
Shaz xx
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Wonderful poem and good luck in the contest!Your poem makes me think of campfires, folksongs and home--thank you!
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this was just an amazing write gran i could just imae it all in my mind
well done and best of luck in the contest
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Brilliant! Simply brilliant. I like the innocence of a child being displayed here and a clever imagery! Congrats for the piece. You just made my day!
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