the countryside is covered
in a blanket of smoke
bush fires are burning
around the Guy Fawk's spoke

some thirty thousand hectares
of land has been fried
farms and parts of the national park
burnt from side to side

fire authorities are working
day and night
to encircle the flames and embers
which so searingly bite

slowly they are winning
the protracted war against the flares
their fire fighting equipment
quelling the inferno's chilling nightmare

within the next few days
the fire shall be extinguished and put out
then the countryside wont be covered
in the smokes choking tout

the air will be as clear as a bell
and less smokiness will stand
all the ashes in the bushland
shall bear testament to the fire's brand