Fire Flies
Night lights
What a glow
Everything is afraid
Liar Liar
Pants on fire
No matter what you say
Darkness fills the night
Encircled by the flames
The light the light
You hear the cry
Not wanting
To run away
Brave Men
Black an White
Embers on their face
Camoflauged
Under scarred skies
Not looking for their own
Creamatories to
Slow moving creatures
No need to form a line
Just the need
To have some speed
Faster than that wind
KS
very nice!!
very nice!!
Right after I wrote the
Two poems for the guys fighting
The fires out West some of them died
Fighting them fires.
What a Job !
They had my heart with them.
Thanks
That's what the poem was about.
Fire Flies in the middle of the night.
KS