Homage to a Wood Fire

Glowing Wood FireFor Patrick

To burn real logs, cut from real trees
that lived and died right over the hill,
and sawed to length by a real man
seems such a privilege.

Perhaps it has always been so.
But in another generation, no one
will know.  Not here, in our managed
and engineered world.

So I bask in the heat of this fire,
the cat beside me, savoring
its soft warmth, and vowing
to carry this moment, with praise,
into eternity.

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