My parents own a little piece of property where they like to go to escape the busyness of life.  It is in the middle of nowhere and covered in a small aspen forest. This summer I had the lovely opportunity to revisit this place where I have made so many happy memories of times spent camping with family.  I had almost forgotten how much I have missed sitting by a campfire.  I love watching the flames dance and play while the smoke slowly curls into the sky.  I love listening to the aspen’s quiet whisper as the breezes blow through the leaves.  I love looking at the stars, so brightly shining in the sky.  It brings to mind so many happy memories of distant places and campfires that we have enjoyed over the years.

By Campfire’s Glow
By Krista Longeway

We watch our campfire grow to a soft glow
And each pull up a chair 
Amber flames are dancing, leaping, prancing
As though without a care
The smoke slowly swirling, softly curling 
Up into the air

As stories of old are quietly told
We listen to the trees
Long branches gently sway while breezes play
Going where they please
The green leaves all shiver, whisper, quiver
Blowing in the breeze

Now the river’s rush is a distant hush
Where the tall trees stand
The cool water tumbles, gurgles, rumbles
Over stones and sand
The water is flowing, softly going
To a distant land

As the flames are fed, I lay back my head
And look up at the sky
This bright starry night is a lovely sight
Beyond the branches high
While the soft breezes played, a wish is made
As a shooting star goes by

Blessed by a quiet grace, this peaceful place
Found on no map or chart
Gentle beauty abounds in sights and sounds
Perfect from the start
Each of these memories in distant trees
Sings softly to my heart