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Post by ARENA on Sept 21, 2019 9:29:45 GMT
THE FIRE
It started with scraps of Amazon packing, screwed by the children into rings
Then a lettuce box, delightedly kung foo’ed to shards
Carefully piled - then a match
Jay thought it looked like the house on fire
“Don’t tempt fate!” Mother chided in good part
Now a log - Dad placed the great oak timber in the colourful flames
The dry wood crackled and spat
Soon the room felt its warmth
Fingers and toes regained their life and the party began
The fire joined in the jollity
It danced and ate the corks, wrappers and wooden skewers fed to it by the revellers
Goodnights were said
The once hearty blaze snuggled down with a warm satisfied glow
Next morning it lay there quite still – grey , cold to the touch....spent
Nothing lives forever...
ARENA
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