For those that turned up at Green Lake Corop. And for those who wished they could, but life got in the way. We'll get together next time, folks.
Fireside Company.
This is by margin far,
Where we’re meant to be/ are.
Sitting around a crackling flame.
I watch the inverted rain of sparks,
Drifting toward heaven’s dark.
It really is so splendid.
As I survey flicker lit faces
This is the most wonderful of places.
Laughter, warmth and mateship.
Some are talking openly or listening with a nod.
Others horsing round, or spouting drunken rot.
But all feel welcome in the fire lit embrace.
The raucousness has died down
the dancing flames all gone,
Embers glowing in their stead.
Weary bodies reluctantly leave,
this most hearty of scenes,
head off to a waiting slumber.
When I slowly awake,
My body and head ache,
But I smile, memory contented.
‘Cause tonight is Saturday night,
Another fire will burn bright,
And the gang will be re-assembled.
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