Just a hot spot, that is all,
A spot of hot, beneath an
A tiny dot that is red hot,
Hardly worth a second glance.
To lift the ash from off that hot spot
Comes a gentle,
A puff, a gust, is all it takes,
And that hot red dot is
Teased enough to become a spark,
Oh so tiny - but
Grabbing, grasping, gulping air,
Oh yes, that spark will
The breeze resolves into a zephyr,
Then, 'wind' becomes its
The tiny spark is so encouraged,
It changes, too, into a
Cavorting, dancing now with rhythm
And with darting,
From adagio to flamenco,
A full fire now is fused.
Trembling creatures smell the smoke,
Run, run - little
No no - not that way - this way!
And you must run faster
than the winds.
Frenzy - mass hysteria,
Become best friends in flight.
Higher, higher grows the fire,
Hear the roaring
Is that the devil laughing?
Has this become his ground?
Wider, wider spread the flames,
First, by acre - then, by
Black by day - red by night,
Satan dances - Satan smiles.
Across the ridge, then to the flatlands,
Homes now put in
Get your things! Hurry! Pack!
There is panic, fear,
Get the horses! Get the dogs!
Life and limb in peril now,
Anything that breathes - just
The sky is black; all blue is gone,
And it's just the noon
Dear God, please stop that wind,
And send us heaven's
Firefighters are alerted,
From all around they
With shovels, ropes, and cables
To fight this son-of-a-gun.
Up the hillsides come the crews,
Planes with water
'Hang on guys, we'll get this sucker,
We don't want nobody
The fighters pull twelve hour shifts,
Some pull even
It seems with every flame that's quenched,
Another just grows
Bodies taxed beyond endurance,
Faces blackened - covered
Onward, upward fight those Angels,
Holding back the fire
How many hours, days, or weeks,
Before the winds
How much havoc will be wrought?
How many men can stay
The battle wages on and on,
They gain and lose and lose and
Until, as if by miracle,
It seems the fire is contained.
One thanks God upon one's knees,
That those wild winds are
But how does one thank Live Angels
How does one thank those heroes,
Not even known by
Who gave themselves so selflessly
To save all from the flames.
Their real reward, I do suspect,
Will not come on this
But one day they'll have crowns of gold,
God aware of each man's
The dawn breaks; the sky is blue,
Man and creature come
A gentle breeze now spreads new seeds,
And a white dove
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis