Victorian Bushfires

• Isabella Stratford, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2009

Red and orange flames
burning through the trees
where all the CFS aims
horrible things happen to families.
Burning fear on everyone's faces
nothing left but some life
as the fire starts to chase us
causing so much strife.
Water splashes everywhere
everyone starts to cry
people start to stare
as lots of people die.
Standing outside
with nothing left
feeling like you need to hide
bye bye bushfire time for us to rest.
FOR THE VICTORIAN BUSHFIRE VICTIMS