Who's That At My Fire
McMar of the South
Rode out into the meadow
To hide his shadow
It was taller there
Than McMar had ever been
It was darker there
McMar rode faster
Trying hard to outrun it
Riding until dark
I think it's gone now
I hope it doesn't come back
Who's that at my fire?
Who's eating my beans?
Who's helping me stoke my coals?
Who's lying beside me?
Copyright © Mike Martin 2015
Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015
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