February 19, 2010


Posted in poems tagged , , , , , , , , , at 3:39 am by Mark

Trees are cracking, fires cackling, animals calling.
The wildfire burns so bright.
Firemen hurry, smoke makes a flurry, people worry.
Acres burn and time is tight.
Dropping water, fire’s still hotter; why do they bother?
An end in flames is their plight.
Evacuation, no information, traffic inflammation.
Civilians flee from fire’s light.
Memories lost, items tossed, the media adds up costs.
Rain clouds stay out of sight.

Rain, Rain, it stays away,
Please fall sometime today.
We’ve lost our place to go and play.


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