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
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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
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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
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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.
