Written inspired by yesterdays drive here

 

15.04.11 - 47)Across the parched land

Little trees in copses stand

Areas by pasture fire charred

For the moment blackly scarred

Land so dry sparks fly

Dry as tinder, soon burnt to a cinder

People will firefight

Firefight with all their might

Fires they’ll eventually contain

Firefighting not in vain

Soon out of the blackness will be seen

Brand new shoots of green

Soon time will tell

Mother Nature makes all things well