Camp Fire Teacher
He started fires many times
To help us camp each fall
The fire produced a flickering light
And at night we saw
The fires were always good
Providing much needed heat
From a dry pile of wood
Waiting in a heap
Post oak wood was the best
But there were others too
That burned for hours no less
As our fire making improved
Every fire had its smoke
And we had to look away
But we finally came to know
A little smoke smells great
Our teacher stoked the fires
And we learned to do the same
And we learned work was required
To keep alive a flame
At times there were others
That would visit our camp
And there was coffee for our brothers
When their fire was too damp
We roasted weenies for our lunch
On sticks that we found
And the kids laughed and munched
With no television around
We found the campfire was a must
Each fall day that we camped
And in it we came to trust
As maker of smores and champs