I wrote this one about all the forest fires that have been happening all over the country. We had a bad one and are still feeling the after effects of the fire’s destruction.
The Seat planes look like Vultures as they circle over head,
Dropping tanks of slurry over glowing flames of red;
An orange blaze crests the mountain top, then swallows the valley below;
As the smoldering ash floats back down to Earth, it almost looks like snow;
The roar of the fire is deafening as it engulfs the forests decay,
And the black smoke is so thick in the air, it takes our breath away;
The heat blisters paint on the dozers, trying to cut a break,
But fire has a mind of it’s own and will burn til there’s nothing left to take;
It burns with an unknown fury, blazes with a heart full of wrath,
Taking life after life, incinerating all in its path.
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