A Raging Flame

I was out on the patio having my drink,

when out in the distance the sky turned pink.

A cloud of black filled the sky,

no more birds were flying high.

A raging flame rose from the ground,

that's when I looked over and my son frowned. 

We knew what it was, we knew the drill, 

So I gathered my bags; it was no thrill.

Into the car and to the fields we go,

the roads were quiet but the crowds will grow.

Sirens broke the silence of our old bush town,

the poor trees, their trunks... no longer brown.

A while had passed with us waiting in our cars,

it had been longer than normal; it was quite bizarre.

The megaphone burst through the murmurs of the crowd,

the triumphant voice came across very proud. 

It's out! It's over! We're free to leave,

what these firefighters do is more than I could achieve.

The people of the town burst out in praise,

I'm telling you, these firefighters, they deserve a raise.