Something about campfires
At the edge of the sea at night,
Away from so called civilization.
There's a primal return to
Feelings of an earlier time,
When such things as the
Flickering light holding back
The night which covers the land
And the sea softly, reflecting the fire,
Whispering secrets to the shore,
While the moon and stars
Watched as they have
For millennia, was to our
Ancestors, a natural thing,
Remaining a part of our
Unforgotten memories.
Donovan Baldwin