Weinerroast

When The Grandkids were younger , We had Many "Weiner Roasts"! This is a poem that Dad wrote about one of them!! Dad was a Retired Railroader!!

"Weiner Roast"

Wood fire burning, orange red embers,

Glowing in the early dark.

Of a lovely Autumn evening,

Kids as happy as a lark.

Sticks with hot dogs in the embers,

Cooking to their heart's desire.

This is how they enjoy nature,

Sitting by the warm, warm fire.

E. H. Coe 1971