Feel the heat,
On your face,
The logs burn,
And disintegrate.
Yellow and orange,
With a bit of blue,
Just like the fire stays up,
We all stay true.
Flicking and crackling,
The heat so vast,
Growing and shrinking,
Reflecting the past.
YOU ARE READING
It's a Long Road Home
PoetryThis is a book of all of my poetry. It is happy and sad, inspirational or boring, it is my life.
