All Around the Fire
Sitting here, round the fire,
Stories bout a ruling sire.
Heat and bugs,
Bites and slugs,
Swinging in the heat,
Feeling a bit beat.
Getting kinda weary,
Gotta get cheery.
My clothes are full of ashes,
I don't want no bashes.
I wanna go inside,
But it just looks SO nice.
Family's a cheerin,
Clothes are a searin.
Talk in bout our day,
Laughing all the way!
Copyright © Gracelyn Mims | Year Posted 2014
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