The Inkwell

Another piece for the daily post prompt

Smoke

also appears at http://allpoetry.com/poem/11670889-Fires-a-Burning-by-InkdropK

The sun went asleep, upon the moon break
and the light from a match began to awake
starting to burn the bark from a tree
whilst little one’s watch with their cuppas with glee

The bark it alights and begins to glow,
producing smoke as it burns the wood slow
small twigs surround the bark as it burns
fallen from trees amongst bushes and ferns

Flames round the wood, performing a dance
dancing towards night sky, given a chance
providing light, and heat for the camp
whilst heating the supper, in the cold and damp

And wood keeps on burning to feed this small fire
As tales are told round it to teach and inspire
and youngsters all smile as they receive with glee
a mug of steaming hot soup for their tea!