The Fire

I wake to the sound of bangs and screams,
The sound is distant so it seems.
I look throught the tent window and gasp in surprise,
At the horrible sight that meets my eyes.
People screaming and running around,
While flames burn high from logs on the ground.
Dad wakes my brother and gets him out of bed,
"We need to get out!" is what he said.

We run out of the tent and into the smoke,
I try to breathe in but it makes me choke.
My dad's screaming voice is getting harder to hear,
And then he is gone he just seems to disappear.
I'm surrounded by fire, no one else just me,
The smoke's getting thicker making it harder to see.
I open my mouth and try to yell,
Nobody heard me, it's easy to tell.

I start to cough as I fall to the ground,
My brain seems to be blocking out all of the sound.
The heat is unbearable, the flames still rise,
I'll take a quick break and just rest my eyes.
My breathing is heavy, my brain is slow,
Not much more of my life to go.
I think to myself as the flames grow higher,
If only we'd put out our little campfire.

*This was a SOSE assignment. That's why it's about bushfires.*