Flaring Tales

• Oscar Kanaley, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2018

The smell of burning forest filled the air,
The houses are charred, families filled with despair.
I look to the horizon, the flames aren’t clearing,
As the fire burns, the smoke is nearing.
A flock of birds, sailing through the night,
They search for water, though there is none in sight.
As the helicopters fly,
As the steam fills the sky,
The fire clears,
The hope nears.
Some stars begin to twinkle,
As the sun begins to rise,
I feel excitement; Nature gives us its prize.
Standing here, in my bubble,
As if Nothing can hurt me,
Me, a tale, survivor of the blaze.