Fire

• Olivia Kettner, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2022

All is gone, the flames are high as I cry.
Walking miles and miles all the same.
Ash everywhere, raging red trees are gone.
Hope and life out the door.
All has died. No people in seat.
I think all have died
Now it's done, still all black we must wait
for more to come as my face is still glum.