Simple Living Adventure: Fire

Everyday I would gather brush and limbs,

and try to find leftover logs

from abandoned sites.

I'd even salvage half-burned logs

from other sites

that had turned mostly into

"black charcoal."

I guess that's what it's called?

Dragging, and breaking the branches,

is how I got most of my boo-boos:

blisters and bruises and scrapes.

Men make it look so easy ...

placing a foot on one end, and lifting up ...

or using their knee ... 

snap, so easy.

Ha!

At first, I'd just throw everything

into the pit haphazardly.

Eventually, I figured out

that there is a better way

of layering and stacking it all

for a more productive fire.

It lit easier, and burned better.

I was so proud of myself.