Drift Wood

It was just a log of wood

That floated near me

While I was waiting at

The river

Thinking of wood

I hoped

To light my fire with


I took the log

Out from the river

I set it out to dry

It dried so quick

Before the winter

And so I chopped it up

To take and light


The log

It warmed me

I felt comfort

Safe

A light

For the night

And dawn


And soon

The log left me

Lonely

And cold again

It dried right up

And burnt to cinders


Good thing I saw

That river stream

Flowing

And another log

Just floating by

I hoped

To light my fire with

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