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The Day the Bush Burned

A Vivid Summer Memory in Sonnet

By Jessie WaddellPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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The Day the Bush Burned
Photo by Matt Palmer on Unsplash

A hot summer's day in mid-December,

Not unusual for this time of year,

Would soon become one we would remember,

The day the bush burned and we lived in fear.

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The valley was smothered in orange glow,

The air so thick it hurt to breathe it in,

But only from ashes does new growth grow,

The bush needs to burn for new life to begin.

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A week or more before we could venture out,

And assess all the damage that was done,

T'was out of control after weeks of drought,

It was fire not man that had this time won.

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A few weeks did pass and so came the rain,

The bush and the town turned green once again.

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About the Creator

Jessie Waddell

I have too many thoughts. I write to clear some headspace. | Instagram: @thelittlepoet_jw |

"To die, would be an awfully big adventure"—Peter Pan | Vale Tom Brad

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