Comfort from the Night

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Short poem about the pleasures of camping.

With a howl, all was dark;
Though, I knew which way to walk.
I'd been this way before and didn't have to stop.
As my pupils grew big,
I could see,
Far in the distance away from me,
A little light that burned,
By its self so bright, my home,
The comfort from the night,

With the sounds of the sparks,
I could hear my friends talk.
I knew them all well,
And knew them all smart.
As I stepped into the light, they could see,
And so could I, and they welcomed me.

This little light that burned,
Up close so bright,
Kept all my friends and I warm,
All through the night.


Submitted: January 18, 2011

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