By Ryan Brennan, July 2014

I gaze at the destruction and ruin of the landscape

I can feel the hot breath of smoke beneath my skin

Haunted shapes flutter on the edge of the horizon

Begging us to join their dance of hell


The angry flames burned my friend’s home away

I go on trying to forget those terrible days

When all I could do was wait and wonder

If I would make it out or maybe die


With no electricity the town became eerily still

People walked around fear showing in all their faces

Fearing for their lives and those around them

Some whose homes had burned to ash and smoke


Will these people ever recover?

If so a long long road

Twisting and turning the path unknown

To find their way back to a new home

Ryan Brennan lives in Twisp.