FIRE
It takes over half an hour
to make you become alight,
All of a sudden you find your glow
which becomes so very warm and bright,
the embers burn so very slow.
The flames flicker and dance to their own tune,
A roar, a whoosh as though there is a rush,
A pop, a bang, a crash as a log falls down from the pile that ignited,
Eventually everything turns to ash and gets piled up in a dustpan with a brush,
All that effort that it took to get the fire lighted.
By
FIONA STEVENSON
© Copyright Reserved 2009
It takes over half an hour
to make you become alight,
All of a sudden you find your glow
which becomes so very warm and bright,
the embers burn so very slow.
The flames flicker and dance to their own tune,
A roar, a whoosh as though there is a rush,
A pop, a bang, a crash as a log falls down from the pile that ignited,
Eventually everything turns to ash and gets piled up in a dustpan with a brush,
All that effort that it took to get the fire lighted.
By
FIONA STEVENSON
© Copyright Reserved 2009
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