Fire poem

by blayne   Nov 28, 2004


It's sad to hear about the fire,
As it grows farther and higher,
All of the people are losing there home's,
And nothing is left, but dust and bones,
People are running and crying,
As nature and animals are dieing,
More and more people are leaving their towns,
While the fire is making louder sounds,
Tonight i will pray,
And hope tomorrow will be a better day.

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