Lyn Poulton


Smokey Red Moon - Poem by Lyn Poulton

The sky's a haze,
The moons on fire,
To breath fresh air,
Is my current desire.
The islands ablaze,
Evacuations a must,
There is no power,
Flames, the colour of rust.
Mother nature,
Has her ways,
A natural cause,
Lighting struck today.
The rains are falling,
The flames a dwindle,
So much damage,
From only a lightning kindle.
The sky's a haze,
Red moon on fire,
Fresh air once again,
Time to retire.


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  • Rookie - 495 Points Lawerence Mize (1/5/2014 7:51:00 AM)

    Nice poem. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 5, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, January 6, 2014


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