Crackling wood burning
Flames lightning the dark
I sit in the woods
Feeling the warmth flowing
As my feet start tingling
Tuesday, June 9, 2020
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Hi Kirsten. It’s pretty hard to get all 31 syllables into a tanka poem isn’t it! You are soo close but I love your poem anyway.
ReplyDeleteIt brings back childhood memories of sitting round the campfire in the bush at night with my brothers and sister waiting for my parents to make us a hot chocolate before bed.
Of course we can’t have real fires outside now, and sitting round the barbecue just isn’t the same.
Have you ever sat round a real campfire in the dark?
Hi Jane
DeleteYes I have sat round a real campfire.
I also love hot chocolates and love the way you described sitting with your siblings.