Fighters From the Sky
You hear them before you see
The droning engines growling easily
They burst onto me post haste
For there is no for time to waste
The hot summer sun and wind
Has meant a fire without a friend
Burning on the Kangaroo Isle
As the crop dusters battle from above with style
These battles are waged by the brave
As the fire spreads in wind swept waves
For the summer sun can be an enemy
To be kept in check and not let be free.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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