To build a fire is better fun Than almost anythin' I know. There's certain ways it should be done, Or else it's likely not to go. My father says that he admires A boy that's good at buildin' fires. An' in the diff'runt ones I've tried, There's lots of little thin's I've learnt, Like lightin' from the windward side, An' how to bank 'er when she's burnt. An' how to make the smudges thick, An' when to poke 'er with a stick. On Saturdays we love to go And do like tramps or Indians do, An' cook an ear of corn or so, With frogs' legs, or some fishes too. (The nicest food that's ever cooked Is veg'tubles that you have hooked.) A fire at home is not the same; You have to get a chair an' sit And watch a kind of @3gentle@1 flame With no excitement over it. An' grown-up folks, instead of you, Do all the pokin' there's to do. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE MEASURE OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN A LITTLE GIRL'S PRAYER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD ON A YOUNG LADY'S SIXTH ANNIVERSARY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DEAR OLD DICK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |