From the flames, a quaint shimmer
Of pearly honey dewdrops
Surge along a cheek like a
Mosaic of glistening marsh-
Mellow; crisp and golden for
Hungry hearts. Crackle and wit
Smoulders in the midnight air,
A frog burps near the green bog
Amongst the buzz of light bugs,
And the hiccup of broken
Sticks alert curious kids.
Before dawn wakes up again,
The campfire eyes close in glow
As adventurous lads whir
To their man-made comfort nests.