Treasure Island

David Darbyshire

(6/11/54 / Darwen England)

Fire


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?

Submitted: Friday, August 04, 2006
Edited: Saturday, August 21, 2010

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  • 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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