Keep the camp-fire burning just a little more
And sit with me and talk! We two, old friends,
Rest and look to morning even as this day ends.
Endings can be sad times. Celebrate instead
Never-ending summer days, birch stands, and loons;
Petoskey stones and picnics, and sleeping dunes.
Endings can be fright'ning times. Stop and stay awhile.
A river changes and is changed, there's no denying that.
Cast your fears like smooth skip-stones into the Platte.
Endings are new beginnings.
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