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The log
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English Poetry |
The ember was glowing at the camp fire site
Like the holy tongue of fire, all so gay and bright
Was, but a dead piece of wood sometime ere
The flames, breathed life in it with love and care
The joyous crowd sat and sang all around it
And the has-been log sprang to life just a bit
As the fun filled time dragged its reluctant feet
It inevitably turned to ash & warmth to unbearable heat
They dispersed, nay a thought for forest green
Bonfire now, but the log, a live tree, had been
Gave the revellers life and their pleasures fed
Twice in a lifetime, served, when alive or dead
T’was merciful, what with flowers and fruits to feed
For the tired traveller, shade was like heaven indeed
Then dead and forgotten, the old log did lie low
Till it came back, sacrificed as the campfires ember glow
Very lovely content & the poem indeed
An ideal life of service & sacrifice for the happiness of others
this lovely log has lived…..!
Hearty commends ….! 🙂
Thank you Sir
Viju,
well rhymed, great imagery.
Nicely thought out poem,
Fergus
Thank you
An oldish style of language but well employed.
Well rhymed, reads nicely.
There is something about fire, flame that draws out attention and transports our minds to unexpected thoughts,
Fergus