The crackle and pop must never stop;
let the wood fire keep on burning.
With the ticks and the snaps I'll take my naps
as the memories keep on churning.
The chirps and the twitters help ease my jitters
as I hear the bluebird's song
come out of the wood where a tree once stood,
and it's here that I belong.
Let the wood fire keep on burning! ... And the memories keep on churning! .. So true! .. And so very beautifully expressed! ..
The picture of cowboys warming around the fire in the woods very much complements your poem.Cowboy's life is adventurous, but nature's lap is so soothing.Such a lovely poem, thanks for sharing.Thank you for continuing your writings on PoemHunter.
It's here that I belong. I have decided not to bother with two poetry websites. For now I will stay with Poem Hunter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deeply Beautifully And Inspiring! .. Definite 5 Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++
Thank you, Rebecca.