Friends Barbeque Thoughts Toasted? Poem by Terence George Craddock

I take a moment
promise, briefly to think
of you all, absent
friends, tomorrow night;
when we have
a Wednesday Night
barbeque, outside
in wet winter cold;

with a 44 gallon drum
cut open, at steel bottom
burning, beach driftwood
large logs, into pieces cut;
taken off coastline windswept
Westport North Beach home cut;

up with buzz buzz old kiwi chain saw
wet soaked salt logs, swift take
assisted, with a bit of go quick
oil or petrol, drum will darkness glow;
hot red, around over half side
near breath, breathing gap bottom
give out a fierce, radiant heat
as it did last night under centuries;

old pohutukawa tree
I will, raise a beer
to, your name
drunk, straight;
from bottle cold
as a few bush bunnies;

and I enjoy
a real, full on
rip roaring, kiwi fire
eat, barbeque hot;
meal hotplate meats
salad, a few greens
in appreciative, silence
before more, beer flows;


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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