To die
It was thrown
With regret
On the campfire
In the back garden
Last
Evening
It had seen many days
Of enjoyment and sunshine
And some rain
It had shared the joys of the garden
And
The pains
There was more sun getting through
Than shade being provided
The straws in the hat
Had given their all
And so like they do
By the Ganges
In India -
It went up in flames -
It's form remaining for
Quite some time -
Burning
An old friend
A companion
Gone -
It's essence to be scattered
In the garden it helped
Water
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