The logs were all stacked up high in a pile,
Then left for the sun to dry them awhile,
Winter was over and the days were warm,
Any day now and a storm cell could form.
The heap was a haven for pests galore,
It wasn’t too far from our own front door,
Fire bans now would soon be introduced,
We’d best burn it now is what we deduced.
I was afraid for the fire was close,
The aroma of wood smelt really gross,
Flames roared into life and danced in the sky,
The heat was intense for those standing by.
A huge fire glowed in orange and red,
The fire's potential I certainly dread,
Hubby just laughed and did not understand,
Why I was afraid of something well planned.
Soon the huge fire reduced to embers,
I am the only one who remembers,
The size of the flames and the searing heat,
How against these flames we cannot compete.
I’m happy now and my heart’s stopped racing,
My fears subsided and I’ve stopped pacing,
The fire risk’s gone and the pests have too,
Flames no longer dance in an orange hue.
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