We are woke to the smoke and that ain’t no joke, inhaling the smell of the fiery hell of the 416 and Burro fires.
A blanket of haze covers the morning, forecast is a red flag warning.
By noon winds may blow smoke away, firefighters battle another day.
Air drops of water and of slurry, this fire seems in such a hurry to grow and burn and what have we learned?
To mitigate and evacuate before it’s too late.
No clouds on the horizon, it’s smoke I have my eyes on again.
Monsoon will come and put fires out, my friend in Tucson gave me a shout, “the cicadas are buzzing here,” (that means the monsoon is near).
Ten days more or less is more than a guess, then rains will come down on our little town.
When adversity knocks, this community rocks – we’ll get through this together and be all the better for it.
Thank you firefighters, words of gratitude for your attitudes of courage and willingness to place yourselves in harm’s way for the rest of us.
Jacquelyn Kovach
Bayfield
