Ash Wednesday Poem by Jacob Taylor

The people of Melbourne are having a relaxing afternoon.
With the men drinking beer and the kids giggling to themselves,
But as we know there will be no laughter soon.
Early the next while everyone is still asleep,
The sun is already 40 degrees
The sun hits some glass, up jumps a flame,
Spreading more quickly with every little breeze
You can hear the mothers scream,
As they retrieve babies from their cots
And the Father's don't kn ow what to do;
It's like they're all tied up in knots
Down the creek the brave children race,
Now the fire's spreading, they can really feel the heat
Down to the creek to get some water
They trip and they tumble as ask scolds their feet
Houses are burnt
Like marshmallows in a fire
Survival depends on who's
Faster or Slier
Children are screaming
Firemen on their knees
Praying to god saying
'Please, oh please! '
In the distance
The rain clouds are gathering
It's coming,
The thing that fires dread
Everyone starts cheering
For the rain comes in a bound.
It pours for hours and hours
And all it leaves is a smoldering heap on the ground
The people of Melbourne,
will remember the day
the terrible thing they called
Ash Wednesday