As the fire burns, I sit staring
The heat on my face
The light of the fire
Lights up the room
The TV glaring
But I stare at the fire.
Poem written by Elliot Green, age 9.
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Love the poem. Captures the simplicity and the complexity of the moment. I can feel the dark damp night outside…
Thank you, Elliot is very happy that you liked it!
Beautiful! I love the idea of having the choice between looking at the TV or the fire, and choosing the fire – far more meditative and restful.
It certainly is!
A fab piece! A fire can be so cosy, it’s easy to get transfixed and lose yourself in the blur of the flames. I bet it’s more interesting than a lot of stuff on the TV lately too! 😉
Nicely done, Elliot!
Elliot says thank you! 🙂
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