In Australia, New South Wales and Queensland to be specific, horrible fires are raging, over one million hectares (this is an estimate, it might be more or less) of bushland has been lost, to make matters worse, thousands of homes are in the line of Fire, many have been lost and thousands more people are unable to return home.
In spite of this, there are those who risk life and limb to protect those homes and lives, almost all are volunteers, they are risking their lives for no other reason then its the right thing to do, these men and woman are the RFS (rural firefighting service) and to them I dedicate this poem, and beg those who can to donate what you can spare to these angels in yellow, who are sacrificing so much to keep us all safe.
Most of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them
I'm a 17 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :]
(Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)