Fire, ignites memory.

This creek divides the town, it slow creeps behind the house, the grass grows high and down and  chokes access to the water.
A grass fire is one of  the joys of life. The smell and crackle of burning grass is exciting and the smell transports me back in time.

 I watched the neighbourhood kids, we yarned over the fence. I told them of the fires when I was a kid.