Campfire Comraderie

Shimmering like bones in the moonlight,
The border of our old campfire a reminder,
A remainder of the nights spent
under icicle starlight

Watching the flicker of flames,
Licks of orange tinged with blue edged hue,
Symbolism of times past,
That new begin to replace

The new beginnings of my campfire,
Well used, well made, shared by friends,
There's me, Marty, Gary, Harley and Rob
and whoever else decides to tag along

Harley brings his guitar, he's just learning to play,
But it's the perfect accompaniment
to the fire, the companionship and laughter,
Marty is a classic, he drags logs a mile to big

We watch the flames soar higher,
Have a few beers with the boys,
We sit around and talk shit,
It's a relief, release from life

Gary's a cheeky little sod,
A total womaniser but it's a laugh,
We all know he won't score,
But its fun to watch him try, and hes got a heart of gold

Rob's an old biker, I guess we are the odd ones out,
The oldies that never grew up,
Still having a great time with the teens,
The boys play their eminem while we talk about the classics

Marty snuggles up to me as we watch the dancing flames,
He's a great kid, he just needs some love and attention,
Then again, don't we all?
The campfire cracks and sizzles

The flames are dying down,
Even with the starlight it's a bit late to gather more wood,
So we collect our stuff, tread up the path to home,
Tomorrow there'll be time to get more sticks
and we'll begin over again