Campfire Talk
The old campfire was pleasant as we sat by its flames.
Thinking on days gone by, and certain people with forgotten names.
Talking of life and all that we’ve learned.
And of certain deals gone bad and just how badly were we burned.
Thinking on good times as well as the bad.
Sometimes we make happy, sometimes we make sad.
It’s all about choices, the ones that are given and the ones that we make.
The ones given freely, the ones that we take.
We are lucky to be living in a country so free.
As we watch smoke billowing thru leaves of this old hickory tree.
One thought came to mind and was spoken out loud.
As a citizen of America, I’m honored and proud.
And as we reminiscence on our families, especially our wives.
We’d be nowhere without them, they brighten our lives.
This kinship and loyalty to our country, should be given freely without being told.
If we do this, then democracy and freedom will be ours to cherish and to hold.
Keep God on the front page in all that we do.
And He’ll keep standing for the Red, White, & Blue.
Copyright © Ronald Bingham | Year Posted 2007
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