From glowing ember or vivid spark
comes the power to light the dark
Fanned by fuel, the breath of life
Raging inferno, Troubling strife.

Creeping, dancing, high and wide
Twisting, turning, side to side.
Blackening touch, searing heat
Far beyond your early seat.

They come to dowse or rescue all
Some are saved, some who fall.
Brave as lions, they fear your power
Few safe havens in which to cower.

And when the light is now extinguished
A smoking pall remains disinguished
Whisps of smoke rise to the resounding drip
we see the hold, the awesome grip

Author: John Hesketh
hesketh@hotmail.com