SMOKE HAS FILLED THE DESERT
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By Gail Durland
July 30, 2000

As I looked out of my doorway
This Sunday July day
The sight I see before me
Is dismal sad and gray.

Where once there was a sunset,
That calmed all desert folk.
Now I can't see the mountains,
For all I see is smoke.

The fires that burn throughout the land,
Have caused this awful gray.
I wonder as I stand here,
Will the sun come back some day.

The fires aren't really close to us,
They're many miles away.
But smoke has filled the desert,
And it's turned the desert gray.

I wandered through my garden,
where usually there are birds.
But as I stood there  listening,
Not one chirping could be heard.

The Sun looks like a big red ball,
As it is going down.
I wonder will the smoke be gone,
When morning comes around.

I pray for all the folks out there,
Where fires are burning strong.
I Know the smoke is thicker too,
And will last twice as long.

I miss the pretty sunsets,
I see most every day.
But  Smoke has filled the desert,
And it's turned the desert gray.

This Poem is didicated to all the firefighters
and other people who are desperately trying to
get all of the fires in our land under control.
My prayers go out to each and everyone of them.

My prayers also go out to all of those 
who have lost their homes and loved ones.
May God grant you all Peace, Hope and Courage
in the days ahead.

With Love and Respect

Gail Durland 
AKA
Gladina of the Blue Mist