The aroma of the smoke, '
Fills the evening air,
From the colorful fire,
As I sit and stare.
As I watch the dancing flames,
Loosing track of the hours in time,
A very relaxing scene
Always entertaining to the mind, .
Fires are used to cook our meals,
They keep us warm on a cold day,
As the source of the heat turns to ashes,
A reminder to us after our stay.
Tom Maxwell copyright 11/20/2008 A.D.
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