Backyard Bonfire - Poem by JOHNNY COBB
A cherished childhood memory
For my daughter and five preteenies
Is a roaring backyard bonfire
With lots of marshmallows & weenies.
I've gone out and bought seven bales of hay
And arranged them neatly around the fire.
The girls have waited a full year for this
As we watch the orange flames leaping higher.
They plan on staying up late tonight
For tomorrow there is no school.
A beautiful November evening
And our weather is finally cool.
They passionately tell ghost stories
And talk about vacations from the past.
We laugh at the melting marshmallows
And gobble down tasty hotdogs real fast.
Sure enjoyed the roar of the bonfire
As the stars come out to entertain.
Oh, the girls loved 'fixing' their supper
And ask when they can do this again.
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