Campfire…A Poem.

CAMPFIRE

Just one campfire, so weak and small,

Can cause such damage over all.

This great forest, so vast and green,

Yet turned so black and looking mean.

A cup of water, not enough,

To stop the heat in ashes tough.

Put out the fire now, before

That fire does grow, more and more.

A little fire can grow fast,

And leaves nothing but black at last.

Destruction comes and terror too,

There’s little left and that is true.

Β© 2019 Steve McLeod.

 

27 Comments on “Campfire…A Poem.

  1. Yes, we have to be careful of what we do in the forest.
    But if I was to interpret this poem in human emotion, yes, we should put the fire out before we destroy ourselves.

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