FIRE TALES

FIRE TALES. I WATCHED THE ORANGE LIGHT, A FLICKER FROM A SPARK. THE SMOKE WAS SLOWLY RISING, AS THE EVENING DREW TO DARK, I SAT THERE WITH A CHEAKY SMILE, AND A STICK TO POKE THE FLAME, I LISTENED TO THEM TELL THEIR TALES, AND THE LAUGHTER SURLY CAME, THEY TOLD OF MANY GENERATIONS, MANY THAT HAVE PAST, THEY TOLD THESE TALES WITH PASSION, KNOWING THEY WILL SURLY LAST, AS I WALKED OFF TO ME TRAILER, AND GETTING MESELF IN BED, I WONDERED WILL MY LIFE AND TRAVELLS, BE TOLD WHEN I AM DEAD, THE FIRE IS THE PLACE, FOR THEM TO KEEP THERE DREAMS ALIVE, TO TELL THE TALES OF MANY A DREAMS, AND A GENERATION THAT SERVIVED.