Forest FireA Poem by Julie MorganAll I did was strike the match And then I watched the forest burn. People screaming, trees falling Studying the leaves as they turn Into a black charcoal-ed mess Crumbling slowly to the floor. I’m standing, staring at the chaos, But, no, I haven’t said a word. The world’s screaming but I’m silent. Because they wouldn't say them first.© 2012 Julie MorganAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJulie MorganHaha ha ha, TXAboutHi. My name is Julie, and I'm 16 years old. I've been writing small poems and mapping out stories for roughly 4 years now. more..Writing
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