Rubbing sticks together

Posted on February 18, 2022 by | Leave a comment

I am in the garden

rubbing sticks together

(or some such thing)

hoping to get a camp fire going.

Boiling up a saucepan of water

to make a hot drink,

which we take for granted –

it makes you think.

And shall I sing a campfire song?

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