Wild Fire Poem by William Mowell

The sweet smell of fall
The orange blossoms of summer
The pine needles call
Soon it will be lumber

Smoke will soon fill the air
After the snow leaves the ground
But no one seems to care
Another leave falls down

Soon we will smell the smoke
Of the wild fires in the midst
Please God, don't let us choke
Or let the anger ball our fists

A stupid mistake is to blame
Now we have an overcast sky
Nothing will be the same
And the storm clouds can't lie

Like spitting in the wind
It's moisture useless
It cannot calm nor win
The rain just spreads the mess

Now a sickening smell
After the rain and still the smoke
The lightning that fell
Sparked a fire even when it's soaked

Now the fires are out
And the sun shines once more
We tell all about
The fires raging is now lore

All I can smell now
Is as fresh as air comes
All is calm for now
As we wait for the party drum