A Note: I hope this is where we're supposed to write our poems because if it's not then I'll look weird. Oh well. Here, have a poem.
Toasty in front Freezing behind Leaves burn-crackle And the black limbs of pines Frame all the stars Like diamonds cloud-cloaked Flashlight beams golden Through a trail of smoke A log cracks and falls And everyone starts! Because everyone believes Ghost stories in the dark Coals glow red Like eyes in the night And the campfire burns As the stars shine bright
Whenever it gets cold outdoors I love to make a fire and roast my s'mores Potatoes and Hot dogs, burgers, and ham and I get my friends over whenever I can.
We sit there all together looking at the burning wood and we sing songs with peeps from the neighborhood We sit at the fire, with hot chocolate milk While wrapped in blankets made out of silk
I put wood on the fire, just to watch it burn while the guys for more fire yearn We sing songs late into the night All this, because it is cold outside
A fire once bright 'gainst the black of the night Crackling and popping and spreading its light Too long abandoned with nothing to burn A campfire forsaken, a new lesson learned
A Note:
ReplyDeleteI hope this is where we're supposed to write our poems because if it's not then I'll look weird. Oh well. Here, have a poem.
Toasty in front
Freezing behind
Leaves burn-crackle
And the black limbs of pines
Frame all the stars
Like diamonds cloud-cloaked
Flashlight beams golden
Through a trail of smoke
A log cracks and falls
And everyone starts!
Because everyone believes
Ghost stories in the dark
Coals glow red
Like eyes in the night
And the campfire burns
As the stars shine bright
Whenever it gets cold outdoors
ReplyDeleteI love to make a fire and roast my s'mores
Potatoes and Hot dogs, burgers, and ham
and I get my friends over whenever I can.
We sit there all together looking at the burning wood
and we sing songs with peeps from the neighborhood
We sit at the fire, with hot chocolate milk
While wrapped in blankets made out of silk
I put wood on the fire, just to watch it burn
while the guys for more fire yearn
We sing songs late into the night
All this, because it is cold outside
A fire once bright 'gainst the black of the night
ReplyDeleteCrackling and popping and spreading its light
Too long abandoned with nothing to burn
A campfire forsaken, a new lesson learned