Lewis Raynes Poet Quatrain

I'M Not a Pyromaniac

When I go to start a fire,
In the middle of the farm,
I find a spot beneath a tree,
That has a bit of charm.

Handfuls of dead gum leaves,
And a few twigs to set alight.
It’s simple, beautiful, just take a match,
And it’s burning throughout the night.

Burning and warming and heating,
As I walk around.
Then a short little breeze blows,
And the embers fall to the ground.

Then the fire becomes a blaze,
And the blaze becomes a storm.
I love it, I’m not a pyromaniac,
I just create sexy art form.

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Casarah Nance July 20, 2016 at 8:25 PM hot hot, i love it! :) Lewis Raynes July 20, 2016 at 8:44 PM Thanks Casarah, I think we all like fires and the hypnosis.... :)

Jan Allison July 20, 2016 at 7:10 PM love the twist in the final lines Lewis:-) hugs jan xx Lewis Raynes July 20, 2016 at 8:44 PM thanks Jan