Same night every year
when the sky is clear
we climb the mountain
build a wood fire and
tell the stars storys
drink some fires brew
smell cooking smoking
hedgehog and potatoes
because the tradition
tells us what it eats
dont feel sorry for a
hedgehog sad creature
they wont come to you
like a dog or cat dos
Comments
MistakenMagic | August 9, 2010 - 22:17
Really intriguing poem, Kahdai! I can see and feel the warmth of that campfire now. Especially poignant last line too. Just a few typos I spotted: 'storys' should be 'stories' and 'dos' should be 'does' ;)
Magic xxx
shoe | August 10, 2010 - 15:58
I love the idea of carrying out the traditions, I might draw the line at hedgehog though!!
darkenwolf | August 10, 2010 - 17:28
we're all creatures of tradition in one way or another aren't we? like it.
;)
skinner_jennifer | August 12, 2010 - 11:48
Hi Kahdai,
enchanted poem. Love the idea of climbing a mountain,
building a fire. A real getting back to nature poem.
Very enjoyable.
Jenny.
Kahdai | August 13, 2010 - 14:39
thankyou all very much! It was a star-shower last night, made a lot of wishes, we dont eat hedgehogs now!