It starts with lightning, tinder, and a gust.
Smoke-jumper teams, at this stage, may contain it—
clad in Nomex, ‘chuting down to dust
they rip along the fireline like a bayonet,
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My gosh! ! ! ! My heart is pounding cuz you are making me feel like I am there with those firefighters and I am not brave and I don't want to be brave. Excellent writing! Too excellent! ! My heart is still pounding from all the realistic details surrounding me and I do not want to be a baked potato ever. A million trembling 10's for this superb piece of writing!
Thanks, Susan. It's a delight to find that someone has got right into one of your poems to this extent. Thanks for taking the time to comment in such detail and so graciously.
P.S. Did you read this poem for the recording above?
Hi, Susan. Yes. I write for recitation as much as for reading so I have most of my poems memorized, including this one.