It was an early summers day
When the Dragon's Breath sprayed
Across the land in the devil's display
As the people fled in a need to get away
The land was scorched as the sky turned black
As the smoke boiled up in columns and sparks flew back
There were homes lost and farms burnt down
Livestock lost and crops blackened all around
Two lives were lost in the Dragon's Breath
With firefighters injured in their fiery test
Another day to remember ordinary ones
For each of South Australia's daughters and sons.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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