David Darbyshire

Rookie (6/11/54 / Darwen England)

Fire - Poem by David Darbyshire

A hand it burns,
for a field it yearns.
The smoke it churns,
Fire learns.

Alarms will ring,
engines will roar.
The house is burning,
down to the floor.

Fire does leave,
victims and pain.
They suffer and wonder,
if the fire will come again?


Comments about Fire by David Darbyshire

  • Rookie - 0 Points Lynda Robson (8/4/2006 3:23:00 PM)

    A serious topic for you Dave but very well written, good man! Love Lynda xx (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 22 Points Scarlett Treat (8/4/2006 12:42:00 PM)

    This poem is close to my heart right now, as an arsonist burned our church building last week! My grandchildren were very worried about fire for a good while, and worried about the arsonist as well - but he was caught this WeeK! Funny, how when things happen in your life, a poem will pop right out at you. Thanks, David! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 4, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 21, 2010


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