Fire is an angry soul,
Who can never be put to sleep.
Its feast of logs may die away,
But fire is still there,
Lurking unseen.
Fire is a part of myths.
From the fearsome dragon,
To the gentle phoenix.
Both dangerous and gentle.
In truth,
Fire is the safety net,
That keeps myths from falling, falling and falling,
Into the darkness of forgotten memories.
We owe a great deal,
To fire and its flaming memories.
-Emma G. 6th Grade
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