That’s so intrinsically romantic?
Curling up on the couch in front of one
Is downright cliché.
What is it about a fire
That makes men into boys?
Give ‘em something to burn and a lighter
And they can’t wait to ignite the flames.
They don’t just watch either—
They have to poke them, too!
And find more wood to incite the blaze
To burn hotter, higher, longer.
What is it about a fire
That just cries out for food?
With no hot dogs and marshmallows to roast,
What would there be to do?
What is it about a fire
That makes people want to watch?
Even when someone’s house burns
Strangers come and gawk.
What is it about a fire
That connects in my brain to John Lee?
Was it his passion for God, his contagious joy,
Or his twenty-foot bonfire smile?
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