Acrid
Acrid
Acrid is the smoke sliding down our throats
Choking the lungs of many
Raging are the persistent flames upon the bush and homes
Incinerating are the fierce forest fires
Destruction and death visits our land among the daring fire fighters
Acrid.
Simon C.J. Falk 21 December 2019
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Dear Simon – it must be so difficult for everyone within ‘range’ … and much worse for those fighting for their lives … and the land … I feel for you all … take care and with thoughts – Hilary
We certainly are taking due care here, Hilary, and trying to conserve water as well. Many of the areas burnt are dear to us in various ways. I really appreciate your reaching out. I hope all is well for you this time of the year. May you celebrate well with loved ones.
So sad, praying for an end to this
Ah, Polly, I feel almost as you are with us. Your concern is truly appreciated. As I said to Hilary above, some of affected areas are very dear to us. For example, Blackheath in the Blue Mountains, I have such pleasant memories of visiting there and having lunch at one of the pubs that had a fabulous atrium beer garden. Next to the pub was a building with rambling rooms – it was a secondhand bookshop!