03 January 2008

bush fire

loud sounds that signal just another fire
upon the hill to turn red deepest night
you can't be sure just what was set alight
nor with what villains did the drought conspire
there's never time to think nor to enquire
you have to get out there and join the fight
and if you get a chance the record write
yet heart is taken by another shire
all you can remember's hateful red
on slopes below and moving with great speed
such matters seem to come through very clear
the symbols that you oh so lightly read
acts carried out from urgency of need
and no thought of the turning of the sphere

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