Walking back from our evening stroll
In this cool, green, pleasant land,
Along the cliff we love so well,
We noticed that the sunset’s nightly cast
Of rose upon Mount Baker’s snow
Was being echoed, off to the right,
By a curious cloud formation
Hovering over a nearby hill.
What could it be? A thundercloud?
A raging wildfire, or an explosion?
A quick look at the wildfire map
Gives a possible answer to our question,
And prayers rise up for endangered woodlands,
Imperiled wildlife, and all whose homes
And livelihoods are threatened…
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