The flames came quick, fanned by a, bluster
They swept across the golden plains
No voice was heard above the thunder
Days in Autumn without rain
Church bells rang across the prairie
Nary time for an escape
Fields blackened by the fury
Homes destroyed along its wake
Save the horses spoke one man
His life was near, an end
The flames had come to claim the living
Who dared to live upon this land
Many prayed with, woes of sorrow
Some just fell and joined the dead
None had come to see tomorrow
Every heart was broke instead
Seek a life for what is Thine
Since then is time in hand
No one sees into the future
No one tames the land
(02/25/2018)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem