Woodland Flame
Summer 2002

A fire is burning
The wind is turning
The grass is dry
Birds decide "away we fly"
As trees fall down,
The animals seem to frown
Deer race through the bushes
Babies go where Mother pushes
Quickly spreading flame
That is nowhere near tame
Eats up every tree
That happens to be
In its way
On this dreadful day.
But now the rain has come
And Nature's fire men have begun
To tame
The flame
And put it out
Without a shout!
Shh! The rain has come.