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Son #3 lives at the edge of town. He has lots of trees on his property which takes lots of clean up. He built himself a big cement firepit at the back of his property and has huge bonfires at times for all of the fallen limbs and scraps from his building projects. This poem made me think of sitting on his deck last year about this time and enjoying one of his burnings.
posted by
TAPS.
on November 6, 2013 at 9:26 PM
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Utah
Ah, the joys of a huge bonfire...
posted by
Nautikos
on November 6, 2013 at 6:01 PM
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which reminds me we need to do a burn up, Wiley might enjoy that tomorrow but nothing heavy.
Wonderful write Jay.
posted by
Kabu
on November 6, 2013 at 5:14 PM
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posted by
Annicita
on November 6, 2013 at 3:07 PM
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UtahJay
TThe energy’s rekindled for spring Jay. BC-A, Bill’s R®st
posted by
BC-A
on November 6, 2013 at 2:48 PM
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What vivid imagery you have here in this poem.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on November 6, 2013 at 12:10 PM
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We save our bean canes for next year Jay. I did however feel the warmth of the poem.
posted by
C_C_T
on November 6, 2013 at 11:05 AM
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