My Campfire
                          Jim Janke

My horse is grazin' on the grass
That stretches from the mountain pass
Through which we came, clear to the far
Horizon, where it meets a star.
My campfire.

My blanket's laid out straight and flat
Behind me where I put my hat
And gunbelt, carbine, saddle, too.
No featherbed, but it'll do.
My campfire.

The night is still; there is no breeze
My cheek to kiss, my hair to tease.
No wind to blow or bend out some
The wisp of smoke that rises from
My campfire.

The beans were good, I guess I'll say.
As good as beans can be today.
The sauce was thick, the coffee thin,
The bread so hard I dropped it in
My campfire.

I'm sittin' on the ground so near
The fire that I might burn or sear
The backs of hands or even face,
But I won't shift or move my place.
My campfire.

I like the heat, the light so bright;
It hurts my eyes to stare all night
Into the flames that lick and curl
Below the smoke, and leap and swirl.
My campfire.

Although there's no one here with me-
At least no humans you can see-
A lone coyote howls to tell
Me that the prairie's safe; all's well.
My campfire.

The silence let's me think and view
The world without the noise and hue
And cry of people, conflict, war,
And makes me cherish all the more
My campfire.

But dawn will come before I know,
And rest I need, so off I'll go
To bed, to follow all my rules,
To calmly sleep while slowly cools
My campfire.

 

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