Hour 11

Campfire Comfort

The sky a dark back drop

The stars shining from dark blue

We sit around the fire singing

Every song we can think of

The words wrapping around us

The smoke creating galaxies in the sky

We lose ourselves in bad voices joining together

Everyone ignoring how bad they sound alone

The fire dies down and we slowly stand

The steps we take to our beds slow hoping for one more song

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *