David Walker Poet Rhyme

Community of the Campfire

Community of the Campfire
David J Walker
 
I
I’d forgotten the scent of the campfire
And its sense of mystery  and 
Community for the few who 
Were invited to its  borders
Offering its view of a flame
Named eternity 
If only it could be harnessed and
Deciphered 
 
II
Mother and Father 
Built a campfire near a windmill 
On the loneliest road 
In New Mexico
They laid out in a pallet of quilts
Under the stars
While the children slept in
The spacious back seat of
A Hudson 
In the morning we gathered
At the fragrant heat of dried
Mesquite branches on fire
As Mother made a breakfast of
Dice spam cooked in scrambled eggs

III
The first thing on our arrival 
At the San Isabel Campgrounds
Was to gather up the 
Dry tender kindling while father 
Picked out the larger branches
To make a fire
The mountains provided the pine while
He used his crossbow saw and an ax
To attack the chore as a man with experience
I watched and learned as the 
Campfire burned in the pit
Later I would mimic it

IV
On crisp Autumn Sunday mornings 
My love and I would sit 
In our backyard Garden of Eden
By a raised firepit 
Warming ourselves 
As the morning sun rose
Wondering if
Adam and Eve had it so good
Anyway, we had clothes, 
Hoodies and sweats 
And no snakes to contend with

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