I am a hunter, a gatherer, a man
With nothing more than stone and hand
But I have learned a skill, a secret way
To make a fire, on this I'll have my say
First find a flint, a rock that's hard and smooth
And strike it with another, hard and true
A spark will fly, a spark that burns so bright
It's the start of fire, on this night
Next gather tinder, dry and thin and fine
A nest to hold the spark, this we call "kindling"
And when the flame is born, so small and tame
We'll add some wood, a log to keep it flame
But fire is fickle, it needs our care
We must tend to it, with breath and dare
So blow and puff, and add more fuel to feed
This fire we've made, our primal primal need
And when the fire burns bright and fierce and strong
We'll dance and sing, the whole night long
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Echoes of the present
Historical FictionEchoes of the Present is a unique and thought-provoking novel that tells the story of modern life, told in the style of an ancient civilization. Through the use of ancient storytelling techniques and traditions, the novel offers a fresh and exciting...
