Fireside
The stars blinked as brief
fireworks rose and burst,
Trees stood black behind
flickering wood fire,
We sat at our ease as some guy from
Yorkshire strummed old songs
and we sang along.
Clouds lay over the Malverns
the sky was clear overhead,
The air smelled of sausages and ketchup
and Jasons strange mixture of rum and squash,
Steve suggested 'Wild Rover'
which we belted out with gusto
shaking the leaves above.
The stars were so close you could reach them
and the trees even closer (I walked into one)
We all felt close and connected
with something much bigger than us.
We sat and we sang by the fireside,
and the time passed us by.
and time passed us by.