When the fire came, it scared me.
Teenager’s, with fireworks, in a forest.
One mile from our town. Smoke.
A column blotted out the sky.
Evacuation. Be ready, they said.
Two days, it spreads,
I meet neighbors, watching,
as trees turn crimson red.
We leave our house, for safety.
An evacuation camp. Family,
cats, dogs, and even the chickens.
Days go by. Anxiety. Questions.
Smoke leaves us blind for two,
then we watch more ridges burn.
Every one in sight, but town remains.
Thank god for that, we go home.
A memory I’ll never lose.
Those days the fire raged.