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The Last Fire
by Kenny J Baez
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
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was hottest when all the branches
were burned
and all that was left was a pile
of smouldering ashes
and a few charred sticks.
Occasionally it would burst
into flame again
and send a spark flying onto the grass;
that we didn't want,
so, with our boots we cleared
a circle round
removing twigs
and small branches.

The pile of fir wood,
gathered from the forest,
I moved further away.

Full of cones and needles,
it's the stuff that burns the best.

I looked at the fire.
The heat was still intense.
The white ashes were like a blanket -
the fire had gone to bed.
But it could soon be woken up again,
said Johannes, cautiously.

Tired after my exertions
I lay on the grass
looking up at the sky,
clouded over now, after
a sunny and pleasant morning.
But time had gone slow.
Daniel gathered the saws
and was impatient to leave.

I watched the fire for a minute
before we headed back up the field
leaping over the dry stone wall
stepping carefully over boggy ground
climbing the path to the van.

How different it was
to just three weeks ago
when everything was silent
and covered in a white shroud.
Now birds fluttered above
and Sweden
seemed like a different country
without its blanket of snow.

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Reviewed by Sandie Angel 4/22/2005
A very refreshing write. Enjoyed this!

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Reviewed by Aberjhani 4/21/2005
A picturesque and tranquil write, yet with a subdued air of quiet menace about it. Beguilingly good:-)
Reviewed by Rebekah Rosie Lang 4/13/2005
Interesting one Ken!
Good verbage and descriptions!
I like it!
Becca P (Henry) Lang
Reviewed by Kate Burnside 4/13/2005
Ted would have liked this one, perhaps. For some strange and unfathomable reason, it brings to mind the image of him dancing as a boy in the arms of his drunken, toe-crushing father... try to work that one out??!! Rabbie would have peed on that intransigent fire, I guess... must have watered a load of verbiage during his long hours on the land... another pastoral canvas effortlessly worked, Ken. Kate xx
Reviewed by Henry Stevens 4/12/2005
Very descriptive, and an activity I can relate to. I've doused and stired the ashes on many campfires, but none the last few years. Thanks for bring one back to me. Henry
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