Bonfire
Timbers cut...
Piled high
Tapered to the sky
stacked teepee style
in an open field
The ritual stands
year after year
growing daily for
weeks
to build the Pyre
At last the nigh arrives...
The people gather...
Darkness falls...
At the appointed time
A match is struck
Torches lit...
The choses ones light
the kindling on cue
Flames leap and
soon the fire rages
Bring forth the power...
Chanting...
Singing...
Speeches...
This year's
Homecoming Week
has Begun!
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
Timbers cut...
Piled high
Tapered to the sky
stacked teepee style
in an open field
The ritual stands
year after year
growing daily for
weeks
to build the Pyre
At last the nigh arrives...
The people gather...
Darkness falls...
At the appointed time
A match is struck
Torches lit...
The choses ones light
the kindling on cue
Flames leap and
soon the fire rages
Bring forth the power...
Chanting...
Singing...
Speeches...
This year's
Homecoming Week
has Begun!
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie