The Camper

No rain was then falling,

The forest was dry.

A sudden breeze soon blew up,

There was dust in my eye!

I had been starting a fire,

The match on its way

To the wood just below me,

But now I must say:

It jumped to the breeze,

Flew away in a flash.

And the fire was started,

Nothing left now but ash.

I lay here in jail,

Aware I did wrong,

Next time I’ll just sit there,

And freeze all night long.