JIMMY DREKORE
The little glow
thrown onto the dried kunai
a gust of smoke generates
followed by a raging flame
under dried twigs
the fire starts
Dripping clothes
shivering bodies
rattling jaws
freezing arms
gather around
a neat circle at the fire place
The little glow
is the glow of hope
it keeps the house warm
it gives strength to the muscles
it is the centre of union
it is the hope in our hearts
Find your little glow and start the fire