Hi here is a poem for the Moose Call
Smoke is in the air, many planes we hear
Helicopters too and fire fighters near
Fear colours the air….What happens if..??
Worries arise but hope stays strong
As forest fire fighters beat the flames down.
Forests we love but so dry tempting danger
Lightning awaits to set all asunder!
Rain,wholly wished for, we often decry
But now “Wet the forest!”is the cry!
Use caution all campers stay out at this time
Of designated areas assessed as too dry.
Have respect for your nation
And your neighbours too
AVOID a conflagration
It could happen to you!
By Sheila (Keenan) Godby
Here is another poem….perhaps it portrays AFTER the danger of fire is past!
Dawn arrives having been
Foreshadowed by light
Through the darkness.
Bright beams enter
A world awakening
Mist remains shortly
The leaves in ghostly way
Until it is gone.
Nature arising early
Continues to shine
Through the hours
Of the new day
Full of spirit
Joyously , LIFE
By Sheila (Keenan)Godby
Having been foreeshadowed
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