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Bush Fire
 

The western sky an eerie red
long after the sun sets low.
A few miles down that old highway
races an even brighter glow.

The air is dense with smoke and ash,
sunset holds no birdsong
but the summer heat, the awful heat
has been building all along.

All able-bodied citizens,
regardless age or gender
are out there in the combat zone,
community defender.

Tomorrow is another day,
I pray the winds abate
before the flames destroy more homes,
relief comes not too late.




By cherryk

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