Salem's Den Journal
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2003-02-17 19:08:26 (UTC)

Fire 1/22/2003

Yet another sonnet attempt...

The fire is burning brightly in mine eye

The warmth it share on such a cold sweet night

The child that dances round and will not sigh

The mother worries life will not be right

The father jokes about life's gentle way

THe fam'ly all pretends that life is good

The child, naive, desires naught but to play

The flame is nothing but dissolving wood

THe fire knows nothing of such mortal things

The wood burns stronger high into the sky

The people strong now sleepy as she sings

THe wood with water dumped on it must dry

THe people taught me what is hard: to live

The fire taught more-- naivete, forgive