Crackling of a camp fire
upon the earths dirt floor
warming are the flames
cold not anymore
loved ones gather round
this fire that they built
young ones they are sleeping
upon a handmade quilt
a guitar it plays softly
music flowing to the sky
another day now ending
sleep comes with a sigh.
Copyright ©2007 Cindy Lee Sawn
5 comments:
i love it. You sure put alot of story into a short poem.
XO lj
I only went to camp once in my life and the campfire songs we sang here basically hymns. Oh well....I've never been good at 'roughing it' anyway. :)
Russ
I love it. Thanks for sharing. You're so damn talented.
Take care, Chrissie
this is pretty.
and it reminds me of camping :)
your poems rock!!
awesome.
yep, my mom talks about you too sometimes,
good things..haha
her journal friends...are pretty good friends of her's
:)
very cool journal
your children seem cool.tell them hello =]
I loved this poem Cindy. You're a natural. Very well done, I felt as if I was there. x x
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