Riding the rails, there are many tales
But this the most horrific. Let’s be more specific:
Is No. 482 to blame for No. 416?
Mandatory evacuations. Ruined vacations.
Business suffers, where is the buffer?
Lives at stake, Hot Shots take
Their lives at risk, the fires brisk.
Clouds explode like an atom bomb,
Interrupting our peace and calm.
Firefighters, we are forever thankful
and for helicopters, water by the tankful.
We are all shaken, don’t be mistaken.
Smoke-filled lungs, wind-born bad air, tons.
Croaky voices, many noises
Helicopters overhead, innocent creatures lying dead.
Little birdies will not fledge. Stressed out parents on outer edge.
Raging fire, burned out nest, sadly, birdies are put to rest.
My heart suffering for creatures small. Large evergreens standing tall
Up in flames forever lost.
Is No. 482 guilty? What’s the cost?
When will this inferno end? The questions are, what and when?
What is the cause and will it be over?
Soon I hope, with a new growth of clover.
Autumn Cameron
Durango
