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Smoke Filled Skies

Fires are ragging, chasing humans and wild life.                                                                                                                                         
Smoke-filled skies are shading the sun.                                        
Particulates threaten our lungs and                                                            
fill our teary and weary eyes.

Evacuation orders are honored, and people are                                                                                                                                        reaching out to people. Loss of life is greatly                                  minimized, and things we value are prioritized.

Paradise, Greenville, and Grizzly Flats.                                                                                                                          So much loss, devastation, and despair.
I pray for emotions, tossed, tangled, and torn.

Let there be less debate about climate change.
May we all pitch in to stop the burning and pain.

If only the rain would fall and stall the drought.                                                                                                                           May God bless the many hard-working fire fighters.

081921PSCtest, A Brian Strand 3 to 14 Line Contest
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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De Beaulieu Avatar
August 19, 2021 at 10:45 AM
Hello Curtis Johnston, the firemen are having a rough time putting out the fire. I hope they get the needed help to put this fire out for good. blessings my friend.
De Beaulieu Avatar
August 20, 2021 at 11:23 AM
Hello Curtis, your welcome In B.C. Canada the fires are hard to put out. I feel so bad for the animals that live in the forest. They have nowhere to go for shelter. blessings my fiiend.
Johnson Avatar
August 19, 2021 at 9:12 PM
Hi, Darlene. Thanks for your concern. Blessings.
Omar Avatar
August 19, 2021 at 9:27 AM
Amen
Johnson Avatar
August 19, 2021 at 9:13 PM
Hi, Mohamed. Thanks for your comment.
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