April 10, 2008
By Alyssa Dixon, Sanford, ME

Are you stronger than the coldness of night?
Burning red with sparks spitting everywhere,
Its roars of fire like the dinosaurs,
Wooden logs darker than the big night sky,
Hot like the bigest sun up in the sky,
Smoke like lite misty fog in the morning,
The smell of fresh ash sitting in flames,
Burnt to crisp by the burning red,hot flames,
But then,what's this a coldness touched the flames,
Whirlwinds of coldness runs through the fire,
Sperts and sputters with a great ruthless fight,
The coldness wins to end the restless flight,
For sure to calm the dark,cold,stormy night.

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