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The Fire

August 15th, 2011 by Alexander · 3 Comments

This is a poem I wrote for my English class:

The Fire

The Fire

There was a fire ban that year

But the carless campers left

Leaving smoldering remains behind

The fire that ate the forest

 

Wind whispered wordlessly in the trees

The fire was given new life

Like a new small heartbeat

The fire that ate the forest

 

The fire lit the dry grass

It was gathering in strength

Like a lion preparing to strike

The fire that ate the forest

 

The fire now reached the trees

 It was a wild beast let free

Grey smoke billowed up to the sky

The fire that ate the forest

 

Campers couldn’t escape the wild flames

Sirens soon sounded on dirt roads

People evacuated their homes

The fire that ate the forest

 

Old oaks fell to their knees

Trees were consumed by flames

The heat was a blacksmith’s forge

The fire that ate the forest

 

Rescue men were left helpless

The fire covered the forest

Everyone did not escape

The fire that ate the forest

 

The fire burned bright in the sky

Smoke blocked the stars at night

Flames seemed to laugh evilly

The fire that ate the forest

 

 

The fire burned on still

Feasting on what ever it touched

Held back only from a river

The fire that ate the forest

 

The fire slowly reseeded

Rescue workers were gaining ground

Blessed rain started to fall

The fire that ate the forest

 

The roars finally abated

Land was left scorched

Flames had licked every tree clean

The fire that ate the forest

 

New grass began to grow

Trees again grew tall

Animals began to return

The fire that gave life

Tags: brother · english · poetry · writing

3 responses so far ↓

  • 1 joyce mcgreevy // Aug 15, 2011 at 9:38 pm

    What a powerful narrative poem, Alexander! Marvelous use of figurative language and suspense-building repetition. Thank you for sharing it with us. Keep writing; you have a gift! Best wishes, Joyce McGreevy, author (Sierra Club Books) and editor (National Geographic School Publishing)

  • 2 Nana // Aug 15, 2011 at 10:02 pm

    Wow — I can just see the flames & feel the heat! It really reminds me of the Yellowstone fires that destroyed Wilders’ cabin in Wyoming.
    Thanks for sharing, Alex.

  • 3 Emma Cutmore // Aug 15, 2011 at 10:20 pm

    What a beautifully descriptive poem.
    Your use of simile and metaphor is not at all clumsy, it is very appropriate and creates great atmosphere to your poem.
    I love that you create a beastly character of the fire, and yet at the end recognise that it has a role in creating life. Well done and thanks for sharing it!

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