Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Fire and Rain in California

It is almost like the lines from a James Taylor song
As Mother Nature raging adds to the refugee throngs
In the north I feel fire and in the south I feel rain
In the north the miles burned increase and do not wane
In the south long needed monsoons on dry ground fleeing to the sea
Needed further north to prevent the torching of the majestic Sequoia trees
No Suzanne's to mourn, only forests burnt to the ground
Fames roaring, embers flying, a whooshing fiery sound
No flying machines pieces falling from the sky
Only fire fighters trying so hard not to die
As the raging fires consume and houses in their path destroy
Maybe the best fire line for the firefighters to employ
As the prayed for El Nino rains were delayed and listened to no human command
“Won’t you look down upon me, Jesus you've got to help me make a stand
© September 15, 2015, Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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