bonfire

Sometimes we drive down the dirt road, out to the orchard,

and build a fire.

We meet our friends, and take out our pocket knives.

Charlie comes too.

We might enjoy a cold one (not many more than that for this on call mama),

as the sun goes down.

 

We say goodnight to the horse,

We lounge in chairs, eat cookies, and get sleepy.

People have been sitting around fires for thousands of years. It is not a new idea, but it is a good one. 

Happy night, the smell of campfire is still in my hair.

 I wonder how the moon looked in the sky from where you were?