Burn Piles

by: Carrie Stephen The smell of cedar fills the air As flames leap up the pile White ash falls on the snowy ground As we move logs in style


Donning yellow and green we charge To keep the piles burning And ensure safety of the woods Young firefighters learning


Keeping our posts, watching the fires Piles glowing in the glade Beacons from Gondor to Rohan What beautiful piles we have made