Wildfire Meets Neighborhood #Poem #poetry #wildfire #fire


The fire roared, it flew, it crowned
through this neighborhood at the edge of town.
It leaped and danced down streets of homes;
and drove us to our safety zones.
Now flashing lights obscured by smoke
mark engine crews still hard at work.
My hand-crew seeks out embers red;
we dig them out to stop their spread.

With families gone and power off;
the night is dark for houses lost.
It’s oddly peaceful, hushed and calm,
though that, we know, will not last long.
Tonight the crews in green and gold
walk through the tales that should be told.
We do our job, but see the warning
of tears that will come in the morning.

By Kate Rauner

Learn about defensible space.  http://www.firewise.org/  It’s not fate, it’s your responsibility.

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