Fire
May the itch of wanting
to know what's
around each bend
always nag you
may your bearings
you never fail
to find,
and a pleasant calm
drift over you
and usher tranquil sleep
each night 'till rise and shine
may your soul
always be
at peace
when life takes
you far from home,
may you follow
in the footsteps
of your Father
in whichever
world you choose
to roam
may you be wise enough
not be saddened
by the embers' fading glow,
but have the wit
to build your own fire
whenever cold winds blow. ~Eric Vance Walton~