Lets think and Pray, for those poor folks around,
Who are in fire areas, to see the flames closely bound;
They get sent near and far, to a refuge centre, they will stay,
So let's all go to our Father, and ask for help, as we pray.
In Tasmania, those poor folk who lost their home to fire,
And thinking of them, is how this poem did inspire;
For me to write, as I think of the loss and the stress,
And ask you across the world for prayer, is what I do address.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem