Crackle, crackle, roar…
By Leanne Elliott
Hear them calling?
Calling
Calling
Hear them falling?
Falling
Falling
Crackle, crackle, roar
Racing along
The carpeted
Bushland floor
What was…. is no more
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Watch the gusting winds
On which the embers ride
Heat and smoke
Burn and choke
Hear them calling?
Hear them falling?
Crackle, crackle, roar
Feature Image: Leanne Elliott
