there ain't no quick recovery,
the smoky woods and dark fumes
smog and fog in the woods,
counting no tree standing ,
and alarming sounds at night,
pouring out to the wild
seized by a blaze , once upon
a time, a collection !
now the wilderness runs far apart
from the alarms not to mix
up the horror with the effect !
fuming up high is the extinguisher,
men loiter in boots and
raise high the pipes,
the night set a blaze,
who dares face the blaze,
from the smog of town,
then to the heat of woods,
we'd ran off, never heard the siren,
but the Krankenwagen was along,
though we were miles off,
now i know we're to call home ,
somewhere in the dry woods,
off the lot of a camp fire,
i ain't kidding but it
was a camp fire !
from the sparks of
a low dim light
on a night out storytelling,
with a bonfire !
it all went astray
but it was a campfire
though we made,
a day , of night !
©Michaelw
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