'smores'
By MalEntente
When cold comes creepin' 'round to stay, 'long 'bout when leaves do fall. Tis then I miss those mountain nights, and logs I had to haul. For ne'er was made a real fireplace, that burned without its wood. And workin' hard throughout the day, insured the fire'd be good. When evenin' fell, we'd gather 'round, the warmth of cracklin fire. And spend some time to eat and talk, and watch that glow retire. When night took charge we'd go to bed, the feather blanket there. And dream of places soon forgot, with breath of mornin' air. Tis times like these I miss the most, when winter brings its chill. But always deep inside my mind, warm memories burn softly still.for those who DONT know.. "smores" are a treat my grandad first made me.. over a fire... first you Roast a marshmellow on a stick in the fire. then you place it between 2 piece of Hershey's chocolate and then that between 2 Graham Crackers.. mmm.. good.. Written September 20th, 1995 © on Nov 13 2001 12:59 PM PST 0 • 8
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