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Campfire Gathering
I distinguished my last
campfire many years ago.
Watching the last flame dim.
Nothing left but ashes,
cold ashes.
A tale I cannot withhold.
Wearily foretold.
I glance around at the circle
of chairs now empty
of their occupants.
Those warm friendly souls
who gathered and shared their
tales of the past.
Amusingly foretold.
Never again will there ever be
a campfire with the warmth and mirth
of those we had. You see.
When I reach the other realm
they will be gathered around their
campfire to welcome me and
share their tales of the past.
Amusingly foretold.
As one who once went on a 1 1/2 year camping trip, the sight and smell and all around feeling of a campfire is certainly an emotional thing for me. You worded this so well, i found myself remembering days of campfires, songs, marshmallows, friends and family. Wonderful work!!
~ Lauren
I remember many a summer nights like this! Such fond memories we miss at times. This was well wrote
Smilesz. I have always enjoyed campfires too, LInda. Makes one feel so warm and lively, yes ? U have done well in portraying BOTH sides of this event... the enjoyment itself is a reminder of those who have left , unable to join in around the fire . Thanxs for penning it so eloquently and poignantly. Take care.