The Smoke, the Flame, by Shelley Wagner
The Smoke, the Flame
The wind blew a firestorm
Into my house, into my neighbor’s house.
It left through the pine trees
Dared to return, to burn, to creep
Into my house, my neighbor’s house.
The smoke, the flame
Dared to return, to burn, to creep
Across virgin ground
The smoke, the flame
It left through the pine trees
Across virgin ground
The wind blew a firestorm
by Shelley Wagner