Campfire
‘POP' went the fire as it devoured the kindling,
‘SNAP' went the twigs beneath my feet.
‘WOOSH' roared the fire as another log started burning,
flushing my face with the heat.
'RIP!' went the bag of marshmallows when opened,
“Mmmm....” went the children with the s'mores.
In the fire marshmallows roasted,
what a wonderful time outdoors!
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Poetry for the Soul
PoetryAll original poems by me that I've dug up from who-knows where and decided to do something with. Some are funny, some are dark, some are deep, and some are just a whole new level of random. Enjoy.
