The heat was intense, The inferno had crowned
The tress were black sticks, alone in the ground
the men and women .who fought the blaze
Knows all to well ,what in it does lays
there the little fawn does lie
with no trees , it try's to hide
And momma coyote, who's young are gone
paces blindly into the dawn
The nest of birds, that did survive
lays the young, that couldn't fly
and in the soot ,a dead fox lays
where it use, to run and play
the moss and plants, that here they grew
Until the fire, raged on through
the homes of many, now destroyed
and many hearts ,there is a void
A fire fighter ,who fought today
in a hospital bed, there she lays
you lit the fire, and had your fun
You can’t undo what’s already been done .
Written by E.M.Rushton
As a wild land fire fighter I see the results of people setting fires in the woods way to often. Sooo much needlessly destroyed.