The Fire Dragon The dragon lay so sound asleep Amid the silence of the trees. He did not stir nor make a sound. There was no action to be found Until the summer of two thousand and three. Slowly he began to wake, His body gave a fearful shake. Fury rose up in his eyes As he surveyed the clear blue skies. In the summer of two thousand and three He shook; he rose up from the ground Out of him rose a dreadful sound. The air began to smoke and flame, The Dragon, was his fearful name. In the summer of two thousand and three. “The fight is on”. the dragon roared, “I will not, cannot be ignored. Too long have I lain fast asleep Till the summer of two thousand and three”. He sprang up mountains in a blast Of energy that could not last. Off tree tops high he did rebound Leaving a crackling thundering sound. In the summer of two thousand and three. With great defiance and arrogant speed The dragon continued increasing its lead. Scorning the bombers, weather and map His activity was almost becoming a snap. In the summer of two thousand and three. For many a week and many an hour The dragon roared with awesome power. Leaping quickly from tree to tree Almost with carefree glee. In the summer of two thousand and three+ The fire fighters never gave up, As the fire dragon continued to erupt With endless power strength and force, To halt the dragon in its course. In the summer of two thousand and three. We pray, How long can this dragon last? As they are hit with another blast. Lord protect them from the heat, Discouragement, weariness and lack of sleep. In the summer of two thousand and three. Lord clear their minds from trauma deep As they lay down to go to sleep. Send them all an angel dear. Let them know that you are near When scenes flash by before their eyes Calm their hearts, their minds their sighs. In the summer of two thousand and three. By Cory and Anna Hildebrandt Grande Prairie, Alberta