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The fire rose high
and I kept throwing sticks,
even though I know
my mom hates the smell of smoke.

But I like the way it
seems to keep me warm
long after the fire dies out.

My hair will fill with the thick scent
of campfire, and pine
and laughter, and stardust
for weeks.

And I will be smiling.

My mom will laugh
and call me wild
and tell me to take a shower.

But she will never deny
that the crisp air
and the oak leaves
and the rough bark
makes my heart feel full.

There are three strong forces
on this good earth that
have taught me patience
and kindness and peace.

The earth itself,
my heavenly father
and
my mom.

And I am grateful.