The Wildfire

Miles and miles of dry brush, a tender box for fire Just a spark and the inferno is burning Smoke clouds and ashes billow high, in Hell's exhaust The wind is the fuel for the wildfire Firefighters fight with all they have, in hopes of turning All wildlife are on the run, they hurry and scurry Trying to escape the monster that throws flames Their homeland, now a to a smoking ember If they could talk, in their eyes you can see the worry Yesterday it was fun and games But not this hot September Thunder rolls, lighting crashes down from the sky A pine tree explodes, and all Hell breaks loose Flames stampede, like a crazy herd of Texas Longhorn mavericks And the animals wonder why? Choking like they are in a hangman's noose The old Devil smiling at all his old tricks Burning for day and weeks, until it can burn no more Leaves a scorched path, of a lot of timber A scar, branded deep by the fire There are no winners, just the final score Memories, that they will always remember That damn old wild fire