A Bushfire Victim's Tale

• James Teede, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2009

The flames rose up as the house caught fire
And the walls began to smoke.
Then as the inferno grew higher and higher
I coughed and began to choke.
In through my nostrils, as I took a deep breath;
The smoke had found its way through.
Then I looked into the eyes of death
And like the flames, my world turned red too.
The roof collapsed on top of me
And I was pushed down to the floor.
It started getting hard to breathe
And I couldn't see anymore.
The ashes were blowing around in the breeze
As I look at my grave from up high.
And then I felt strangely at ease
As I floated away to the sky.