Someone lit a bushfire
in scrub, all dense and thick.
The thought of creatures struggling, made me really sick.
Houses too were threatened, human lives as well . . .
but when we heard the sirens
stress and worry fell.
The firetrucks, they went herbing past
with firemen clinging on
Men and women- don’t know names-
broke out into song.
‘We’ll dose that fire with hoses;
we’ll put out all the flames.’
The engines flashed a brighter red
Our bushlands have been saved.
Australian Children’s Poetry 
Thank you, Jeannie. Regards Julie Cahill
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