We watch the embers of our campfire glow.
We're tired and peaceful from work and walking
and while sleeping bags call, we will not go.
We lean into the heat from fallen logs.
The night is cool, but the warmth of our coals.
We're full of sweet s'mores and salty hot dogs
and even more full in our hearts and out souls.
"Let's put on one more," I hear someone say.
I add a new log and a few puffs of air.
Nobody here wants to end this sweet day
when we have a fire and silence to share.
Darkness takes all but our glowing orange dome
and so far from a house, we are at home.
and so far from a house, we are at home.
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