The rain falls and quench's the ground
As it strikes the dry dust around
For fire sets the hills ablaze and will destroy
Until nature intervenes in rainfall and heartfelt joy
The smoke above the hills leaves
As in this summer we do grieve
For what we lose to the fire
In these summer times that are quite dire
For the Australian sun blazes down so deep
Into our souls we battle hoping not for defeat
For the brave Summer warriors stand against the living flame
As in praise these fighters we do acclaim.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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