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MY FIRE PITT

MY FIRE PITT
 
 
Pull up a log and have a seat.
Around my fire pit.
The moon is full.The breeze is cool.
Shadow's dancing all around it.
 
The crackling embers float up high.
Get captured by the dew.
Like  our tears we all must cry.
God wipes them dry for you.
 
Sip some cider.  Cook a dog.
Marshmallow's blackish goo.
Tell a tail that scares the most.
Sending shivers all around you.
 
My favorite time of year is Fall.
It's smells and harvest moon.
The vibrant color's all around.
And your love snuggled up beside you.
 
MAFLongfellow
 
 

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  1. Date: 8/27/2010 7:43:00 AM

    reminds me of days of old and crazed camping trips that usually ended in the county jail,psych ward,or hospital

  1. Date: 10/19/2008 3:50:00 AM

    Outstanding poem I could hear the crackle as the embers rose and the chill brought my wife closer into my arms - Great Job - God Bless