The Fire
The flames shot higher with
desire from the fire,As you looked to
the south you could look to the mouth
of the fire as she was for hire.
All the guys dressed in yellow
come to shut her down just to help there
fellow man,Was heading to town when saw
flashing lights just ahead,First time
asked to do a u-turn.
The fire would not allow us travlers
to journey beyond this point,As she
did not admire what we might fight on her
sight,AS she claims she has just given
birth and wants no games
Copyright © Cheryl Mccall | Year Posted 2009
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