WILDFIRES IN EARLY SUMMER
Life goes on as it will
Like the river
That runs through the heart
Sometimes the water level
Is low
And sometimes it is high
We have to rush to keep up
For if we do not
We will never catch up
The river moves on
Toward the sea
It is said, “We never step
Into the same river twice”
The flow of water
Comes from the mountains
In spring when the snow melts
The water levels are high
Water rushes down
Fills the river to over flowing
Life is like that
And sometimes the gifts of life
Are overflowing
End of summer
The river dries out
Fish caught in pools
Wait for the rains to come
It is all a cycle
Like the wheel on your bike
Turning round and round
It is early summer now
Wildfires blaze
Smoke fills our little corner of the world
The scene is like the pictures of China
Mountains lost and found
In smoky atmosphere
June 2, 1018
annellannell 
We have to keep up because we can’t catch up later.
Yes. Thank you Frank.
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Wildfires are the part of summer I worry most about. Each summer now is the hottest on record………I love your description of the river, moving so forcefully on its projected path. I do love rivers.
Yes, Thanks Sherry.
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This is beautifully tender and wistful… may those wildfires steer clear of our way!
Thank you, Sanaaizvia.
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Wild fires are so frightening. Your description of the river is spot on. I love how your river moved on its path regardless of fear or fires. Lovely and powerful.
Yes, and…..all fires can be frightening, thanks for reading and commenting, kazansakura.
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What great imagery you show in this Annell. It took me back to my childhood spending hours by and in the river not far from us where we lived. It was as though seeing life in and around it was an education in itself with nature’s cycle teaching us as much or more than we were taught at school.
Thank you oldegg.
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Wildfires wouldn’t make for a poetry theme with me but you did well. We have quite a few wildfires in Texas but they don’t get the publicity that other states’ burning praries and forests do. We lose homes and 10’s and 100’s of thousands of acres burn. One year the front lingered near our home coming from several directions. Kind of scary.
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Can we not say anything in a poem? When I was young, (it seems so long ago…and was) there was a fire on the ridge, and we watched as it burned several houses, and came to ours, it burned the large two story garage, but stopped and didn’t burn our house…it seems all fire is scary. Thanks for your comment, Jim.
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kaykuala
We have to rush to keep up
For if we do not
We will never catch up
The river moves on
Remaining static is being regressive. Yes, one must move in tandem just to keep up. Wise observation annell!
Hank
It is pretty simple isn’t it. Thanks for your comments.
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I can see the haze over distant hills in my mind’s eye, as your words mention China, thanks to a BBC TV documentary which filmed them most beautifully, but showed no Wild Fires for comparison; that you managed to do most beautifully. ♥
Thanks for your comments Jinksy.
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