Around a fire we sit and grow
As we back within its glow.
Stories we share
Tales we spin
Wishing to prolonge the fun
Thoughts in truth it’s only begun.
The memories we make will we always have
To look back upon on days we’re sad.
To calm us when we are mad
To fill our souls with thoughts so glad.
The crackling flames soar ever higher
The sparkes skitter and flicker away through the night
Small comets flying straight out of sight.
The night may end the farewells will come
But the memory will forever stay young.
RedRavenPoems 
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