Brush Fires In The Glades Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Last night when all the lights were out
with not a soul or car about
I woke and spied a moon quite low
of orange tone with mystic glow

I thought of what the scripture said
when sun would darken moon turn red
and in the morning saw with dread
the air outside with smoke was spread

Was this the last, the final day
when heav'n and earth would pass away?
but when I wandered out 'n about
a trolley driver clued me out

'Somewhere out there some brush got burned
and smoke blew in when west winds turned.
Them Everglades when lightning hits
will turn into a hellish pit.'

And soon enough the haze had cleared
the sky now blue as sun appeared
yet far off in the wild somewhere
much life was lost in hellish flares

A gator's nest or heron tall
may well have found its final fall
as brush fires with unbridled power
knell little creatures' final hour

Someday and no one knows just when
our lord and savior comes again
my hope and prayer and trust is sure
his word in mercy will endure.