Glowing

The setting sun was sinking slow At Cavan Lake that night Russell and his mom had the fire going just right Gramma and her faithful pal Tucker, black as coal They were moving closer to the flame The air was getting cold We sang some songs as I recall Even one I didn’t bring That was that old nasty one that Grampa used to sing So now when I get feeling bored with nowhere else to go I slip inside that magic night Not so long ago