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Camping Fire Outdoor Pursuits Outdoors Poetry

Burn

Burn

the triangle a simple one

heat air and fuel

started by a little spark

amongst the smallest of shavings

 

Little flame eating

everything around it

kept at bay

by logs and bricks

 

Starting off slowly

the flames begin to grow

dining on everything near it

apart from the Billy can above

 

bread on a green stick

changes with the dancing flames

from dough to delight in seconds

with help from the makeshift grill

 

smells of the barbecue

rise in the air

as backwoods sausages

add fuel to the flames

 

light and warmth

dancing slowly in the moonlight

till all that are left

are the glowing impish coals

 

staff of life

the end of life

for the fire that maintained life

Round the campfire circle

 

 

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Fire Fireworks Life Nature Outdoors Parks Places Poetry

Scorched Earth…

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A poem by Inkdropk in response to the prompt
Scorched

 

The park grass in Greater Manchester looked a little different

November 6th 2016

The morning after the night before

when children watched with awe

at the colourful spectacle

appearing in front of enlightened eyes

The air laced with the smell of Gunpowder

Guido Fawkes’ ghost smiling away

Cinders of wood sit in  circles

where warming flames once stood

there’s now stillness, smoke and silence

in the early hours of a cold winters day

as dampened embers force out

The last traces of the bonfires life

a large black and silvery circle

set in a sea of green

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Acrostic Fire Poetry

Flames

Flames

fire

For years, the fire’s been burning

Lighting up emotions for centuries

Angers and passions ignited by the people

Maybe it was the warmth of the

Expections building up inside them

Stay warm – but don’t get burnt!

 

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Engine Exhibits Fire IWM North Museum Museums Photography Places Poetry War World War II

Little Ol’ Red

The Fire pump issued to the Ferranti Works in World War II
The Fire pump issued to the Ferranti Works in Hollinwood in World War II, Now on Display at Imperial War Museum North, Trafford.

Little Old Red is resting,
he’s done its best.
When the world was at war,
and bombs fell to the floor

These crafty bombs made fire
over concrete and grass
so firecrews met round him
to work they’d amass.

Putting out fires and
protecting from damage,
A meal th’crew would eat
was the most they could manage

And taking their cue,
from the wardens in black
the fire crews stopped fires
from the enemy attack

As Little Red emptied
eighty pools in a day
Keeping the danger
of fire at bay
But now that war’s over
the spotlight’s now on him
as he tells tales of the firemen
that isn’t quite so grim