Camp Fire Teacher

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