Colours in the campfire, the smell of the smoke,
The crackling of the wood burning, the telling of a joke,
Sounds of insects, the call of the bird.
As we sit and listen, our stories are heard.
Billy tea’s boiling and Mum’s cooked damper.
Dad’s blessed us also with a tin of hamper.
Campfire burning morning to night
I know I’m sheltered by the one true Light.