The Fire
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mikesnyderburn
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My poem about sitting by a relaxing night fire and happy spring everyone.

The Fire

By: Mike Snyderburn

Crackle Crackle Burn the bark Spiraling up Into the dark

Flames look back No fear like my eyes Calming Yet resolving Together we compromise

I tell my story Without saying a word Smoke fills the air Without telling a soul

Crackle Crackle Watch the flares Spark out into the dirt Without even a care

Water poured out Leaves the evaporating scent Smoke fills my lungs With the stories that we’ve kept

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