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Fire's Place

( A COLLABORATION BY ROBERT JAMES LIGUORI AND NATASHA L SCRAGG ) I look into the fire. Many scenes play out before me Horses galloping, people running Or creatures dancing merrily! Sometimes I just see the flames, The autumnal colours that flair. They warm the room, they comfort the soul When it's bitterly cold out there. Fire is a thing of beauty. But like all things, it must be respected! Any abuse or misuse of it, Then disaster will be detected. Fire is a fascinating element. It can be humble, can be small. But send it roaring through a forest And it will consume all! But can a scorched earth be admired... From uncontrolled forest fires? Or can we love the effects of tingling air, Like produced auroras from solar flairs? ' One more log ' to watch the flames rise! Let inferno come before us! A play of charismatic plasma actors, Dwindling down to piles of ashes and dust! Close to the beginning of time, Eyes upon eyes have seen its light... Yes! Dancing merrily with creatures galore, Of red, orange, blue, yellow and white. Good and bad speaks to the place of this blaze, That teases and taunts forgiving air. But with an occasional flick of my lighter, I just love to involve my mesmerising stare!

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