DISTANT FOREST FIRE
There is smoke in the air,
Grey ash falling everywhere,
Stinging eyes that are so sore,
Dirties all the clothes you wore.

A distant fire in forests deep,
As quickly the flames creep
So to destroy, maim and kill,
Everything yielding to it’s will

Animals flee, yet not fast enough,
Or fall on the ground so rough,
Tiny creatures jump from tree to tree,
But the flames are faster you see.

Fire warnings come and we worry
About lives and homes, feeling sorry
That we are sent away for awhile,
We are all safe we say with a smile.

But how much pain is screaming
In those forests for ever burning?
Suffering, everything destroyed
And we are just a little annoyed.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson June 26, 2002
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