homework Jan 2020 'Every life is Precious'
Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2020 11:55 am
It like history repeating itself isn’t it, I’ve included a stanza from a poem written the last time. Though this time the fires are still burning, and the smoke is everywhere.
Of course, it’s not just animals and people it’s every other living thing that once lived there.
Excerpt from 2009 poem
It looks so like a war zone strewn with as and blackened wood;
the poignant piles of rubble where the houses had once stood.
The choking smoke has blown away; the killer fires now out,
but long will hearts be breaking with so many lives in doubt
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Every Life is Precious
Now the valleys are so silent, and the hillsides black and bare,
and a million creatures may have died; that once had lived out there.
Burnt and blistered animals; among the few that have survived,
are now sadly all that’s left to save, where thousands had once thrived.
When that avalanche of flames swept through here like a tidal wave,
killing creatures large and small and leaving very few to save
In my wild imagination then I thought I heard their cry,
as a million lives had perished when the killer flames swept by.
So, we now all look for rainbows here, or clouds that may bring rain,
that will wash away the ash and scars and help life start again.
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©T.E. Piggott
Of course, it’s not just animals and people it’s every other living thing that once lived there.
Excerpt from 2009 poem
It looks so like a war zone strewn with as and blackened wood;
the poignant piles of rubble where the houses had once stood.
The choking smoke has blown away; the killer fires now out,
but long will hearts be breaking with so many lives in doubt
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Every Life is Precious
Now the valleys are so silent, and the hillsides black and bare,
and a million creatures may have died; that once had lived out there.
Burnt and blistered animals; among the few that have survived,
are now sadly all that’s left to save, where thousands had once thrived.
When that avalanche of flames swept through here like a tidal wave,
killing creatures large and small and leaving very few to save
In my wild imagination then I thought I heard their cry,
as a million lives had perished when the killer flames swept by.
So, we now all look for rainbows here, or clouds that may bring rain,
that will wash away the ash and scars and help life start again.
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©T.E. Piggott