Frustration of Fire

I'm tired of this fire
I cannot keep it lit
The wood just smokes and smoulders
No heat coming from it

I gave it more small pieces
Hoping they would help
But it's all too wet
Having gathered it myself

The ocean washed it up
As I was cold indeed
So I thought that I might burn it
To fill my warming need

The barnacles have popped
Like cedar they do sound
But the wood has other plans
As smoke clouds all around

I've worked it all this day
To have no fire at last
It made me glad our tank
Still has lots of gas

So I turned on the heater
And put on my blue robe
I found my wooly slippers
In my Alaska home

And I've discovered fire
Has a mind all of it's own
Causing me to write frustration
Of trying to warm my bones