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To: elpolvo who wrote (83715)6/22/2012 10:40:39 AM
From: Wharf Rat  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 104157
 
Small wheel turn by the fire and rod
Big wheel turn by the grace of God

Everytime that wheel turn round
bound to cover just a little more ground

The wheel is turning
and you can't slow down
You can't let go
and you can't hold on
You can't go back
and you can't stand still
If the thunder don't get you
then the lightning will
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To: elpolvo who wrote (83715)6/22/2012 11:48:38 AM
From: Wharf Rat  Respond to of 104157
 
Cat sez, "Pass it on", so I will.

I drove down some dirt roads...that were open yesterday to access the damage...SO SAD! 250 homes now rubble laying on the ground with a battered metal roof on top, the hillsides are just black sterilized ground from that hot fire with black "sticks" where pine trees shot up to the sky and waved in the wind. HORRIBLE!! I'll never see it the way it was, ever again! How many animals are gone??

----- Original Message -----
This is a poem that was written by a firefighter and shared with the owners of Eagle Creek RV Resort.







Ron Miller, the firefighter, then offered to share a
poem which he had written. I hope you all enjoy it.

Little Bear, June 2012
ground from that hot fire with b

South of the mountains that folks call Capitan
We battle a large blaze according to plan.

Though "Little Bear" is the name this fire is assigned,
It sure ain't that little, considering everything combined!

Wind and lightning joined forces, that made a real show,
Here in the Southeast, in New Mexico.

The spark once ignited, raced through brush and trees,
Up canyon slopes, through wilderness, wherever it pleased.

The terrain’s extremely rugged, making the blaze tough to fight,
Though we battled all day, and into the night.

It reminds me of history, that we all should know,
That others battled fire in Lincoln, sixty-eight Years ago.

And found a young cub, hanging tight to a tree,
His feet badly burned, as firefighters could see.
just black

They rescued that cub, and later sent Smokey to the national zoo.
He became a living symbol, that everyone knew.

Here in County Lincoln, Land of Enchantment and sun
Fighting fire is historic, the job's rarely done.

Because the wind still blows hot in New Mexico
Where that little bear was discovered, a long time ago.