NIGHT FLAMES In my fireplace flames dance, Cheery red and orange, Light flooding changlingly, Sparks flying like rockrts, With the logs crackling, Source of much joyful warmth, Pot of beans and joint roasting, Pie in oven, rifle above mantle, Yet the greatest comfort, Visions within the flames, In this ever changing tapestry, All my memories come to play, Indeed more, all of history, All that has been, and yet to be, For the enlighten eye to behold, So I rest with my feet towards fire, With... Sign in to see full entry.