The Fire
Blameless it dances, tame-less it prances,
as under a watchful eye it grows.
It crackles under the moonlit night,
and everywhere sparks take flight.
More sticks, more twigs, and up it goes!
As majestically it glows.
Soon enough, marshmallows are roasted,
some are just lightly toasted.
So, now, to conclude my tale,
I must say this: Fires are beautiful, fires can be a delight!
But keep watch, or they will set your yard alight!
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