After a harvest of queensland cane

I was awed by the noise..As breath indrawn.? Of mighty Giants in unseen form..' immediatly after grew the Vivid lemon walls..towering ramparts a firestorm! fissures Of red, glints of blue..With a marching noise a crecendo That grew..Then the road before us began to move as All types of creatures; as if in a torrent flew.' Snakes and goannas rats and mice, wallabys you name it? All in a trice! no Animal lingered! or fought with another' they were escaping From the powerfull flames that smotherd..The octane roar drowned Your senses alright..!! Sugar cane fields ablaze at night.!! I'll always remember the workers nearby with machtes at their Smoko's and that lurid sky.'