The Last Campfire

A song

He closed his eyes tightly   as the smoke drifted o'er him

crouched his head low   as he blows it alive

Now gently     so gently   his hands cupped around it

smoke turns to flame    and the sticks become fire

 

Now feed the fire slowly    each stick a bit larger

Don't pack it too tightly   let the air flow inside

Slowly   so slowly    take time don't you hurry

smoke turns to flame    and the sticks become fire

 

So many times past    seems he'd done this forever

Like his daddy before him   t'was always the same

But this time    this time   might be like no other

its oh so much harder    turning smoke into flame

 

He's older, now weakened   his hands tremble slightly

his bones feel the chill    of the coming of night

He's frightened   so frightened   of the darkness before him

flame turns to embers     in the lowered firelight

 

His life like a campfire   it burned oh so brightly

giving comfort and warmth  kept the wildness at bay

flames into embers    and embers to ashes     

smoke drifts away     only memorys to stay

 

Oh smoke turns to flame   and the sticks become fire

the flames lick the night    glowing so red

our lives become embers  tis the way of the campfire

when the heat leaves the ashes   the fire is dead