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!!
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