A Home Less California Blaze. - Poem by Michael Gale
Home, homeless on the California range...
Sadness hovers far a'from wind fanned flames, that looks saddest strange.
Look amazed as many victimized people are misplaced into a California sports arena...
Horses a'many gallop away from ranchal fences, While dogs go without their foods made by Ralston Purina.
The President arrives on Thursday to eyeball all the damage...
Observe as helecopters of tv-news crews film to a live action image.
A fiery tornado whips high...
Into the warm breezy San Diego, California sky.
Firefighters are exhausted and hot...
They're giving it their all, all that they've got.
House insurance will be taking a most challenging test...
-One of many massive money losses in thousands of homes
lined along pure ashened and strewn along the landscape dotting many acres, as if many hairs lying dormant upon a great sleeping giant's hairy chest.
Smokey embers from an acidic, smoked smell, lingers long after, into the atmosphere...
Way up high, even into the stratosphere.
Lives and alot of monetary losses amass while being at the same time, a hard fact, realized as unacceptable and hard to escape...
Look in bewildered wonderment at the land's own fiery rape.
Governor Arnold Schwartzenegger declares California a major fiery disaster....
Mother Nature is now at hand being man's controlling, disasterous like master.
Can FEMA help in the rebuilding, right after, at a later time? ...
After this natural, unnatural like crime.
Air planes and helecopters dropp off water and fire retardent
chemicals, upon onto those flames....
No one is certain, that this war can be won in these destructive
Rebuilding will be the next task at hand....
We as caring humans will snap back just like a very large, very stretchable like rubberband.
Many humans do care and show love for their own pets....
Not all will survive, there are no guarantees, not even odd evened, won bets.
Nothing is for certain...
Every one is, sure real hurtin'.
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