Our Campfire In the Golden Days of Yore The campfire was the very core Of village life… where people met And plans were made and rules were set Where news was shared, both bad and good Each person doing what they could Workers… Hunters... Artisans Those who do and those who plan Not a day would be complete ‘Til at the campfire they would meet The bonds of friendship deepened there A sense of family everywhere. Those simpler days have long since past Lives are busy... pace too fast But wait... for there is hope yet Our campfire is... The Internet © Sharon Langan |Poetry Index|Home| Guest Book |E-Mail|... |