Walking ‘round the property with a frisky little pup,
I chanced upon some old stones, half-buried, all lined up
in a circle overgrown with grass, and my mind began to see
a time way back, three decades past, still etched in memory.

A family sat around these rocks, warming by the fire
these stones had once encircled. A place where they’d retire.
After a long day’s work this was a place for them to sit and talk.
You never know where you might go when going for a walk.

I never dreamed today I’d go to the place where I once dreamed –
The old abandoned fire ring, where campfires danced and gleamed.
The kids are grown and on their own, it’s just the wife and I
reflecting on the fire ring, and the days and years gone by.

We cherish those old memories, with life’s song yet unsung,
and think about the good old days, when we were strong and young.
The fire ring served two purposes: keeping embers safely bound,
and drawing friends and family as a place to gather ’round.

It’s funny how life changes looking back across the years,
With thoughts of friends and family, sharing laughter, sharing tears.
The fire ring still inspires us as we travel state to state,
As a place to make new memories; where new friends still congregate.