Wild Fires
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Jolted out of my sleep state,
I'm weary-eyed --- it’s 4 am.
It takes a minute to clear the haze
as I wake to the scent of distant fires.
Recalling the news of yesterday,
slowly reality begins to set in:
we’re not in danger here, but virgin
forests to the north are being decimated.
What of the wildlife? What of the secluded dwellings?
What of the fear and drama now filtering through the air?
A thick smog reeks of many fires, furiously gaining,
ransacking everything within their path.
As the tragedy strikes just within reach,
my heart melts with compassion.
Yet I close all windows tightly,
knowing there’s not a thing I can do.
They need a downpour desperately
– if only tears and prayers could help.
But our pleas go unanswered;
only heavy rains can save what’s left.
Submitted on June 14, 2023 for contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE NO 1223 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
AP: 2nd place 2023
Posted on June 6, 2023
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2023
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