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Campfire nostalgic

A poem

campfire

Campfire nostalgic

We watched the shooting stars
and heard the loons call;
you poked at the fire
and we heard it roar.

Marshmallows, melted
chocolate on biscuits;
memories seared
into your mind, to
comfort you into old age.

Sitting by the campfire
staring at red hot coals,
smiling cheek to cheek:
my little man, always.

Will you remember the
. . .

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Posted in: campingpoetry

February 04, 2016

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