We are all free sprits all destin to roam And so, From our homes we leave again ,summoned by the heat and wind
In Sweat soaked shirts ,and with battle worn tools
Mother nature suffers no fools
Dusty boots that have been through hell. Chasing the embers as they fell.
Choking ash and thick grey smoke,getting the line in is our only hope
Single file we make our way ,through the day and into the night we are kindred sprits in this fight.
Some from near, some from far some are young , and some are old but in their hearts they are all green and gold.
If we pass on the line, a brief nod will be just fine , you are all my brothers and sisters, we are all of like mind.
With this i leave you there isn't much time don't morn for me because iam fine .iam the cool spring rain, the warm summer sunshine, just nod as you feel me bump up the line . my job is done here, it ended too quick, carry on my friend I got your six.
Bill Hamilton
Ode to all who kept me safe ,and a special encounter in moon meadow oregon.