Title:
Kensington Fire Poem - Lee

Description:
Our friend and neighbor Lee recites his poem about the fire and our neighborhood. ************************ Fire and Rain Douglas Lee Dieter 06.20.07 I slept sweet and rose to singing rain, But yet had a change of heart to gain, For now I know she wanted me to stay, Though fate casts still her slant upon our days. Yes rain or love did not prevent my morning walk, Of coffee customary on the Avenue or love touched inner talk. But the way was blocked which habit did prefer, Thus was missed too dearly a together breakfast with her, She whom I am proud to call my prettiest companion, In walks and talks who grooves me like a canyon, Like a river etching eternity in time, But sad I add some fire to a lover's rhyme. Folks had been up since four standing on the street, From their homes sequestered upon sorry sleepy feet, With utilities down to quell a sordid creeping emergency. But lately awakened I saw the aftermath, no urgency, Recalling a Madonna I had painted in a window on a wall. But thinking thus I saw the other wall and fell to feeling small, For though I thought alone of my pretty painted art, I was but a dreamer who knew not the painful heart. O the Simple Way was painful plenty with damage, As a firefighter in the window so arranged, To see that all so cherished was safe as possible secure, This way I saw brave and cautious giants all are pure! Actually the factory dinosaur deep was the smaller thing, Having been empty almost save for morning birds that sing. But O though The Simple Way stumbled on a demon flame, Brook and Shane founded her to wing upon a humble name. Yet Hope touched not enough with love upon a woman's charms, For I was distracted by the news of a fire of seven alarms, And stumbled instead of talking of a fire, And sent not my love upon the telephone wire. For I thought of Amber, Darnel, Shane, Sarah, and Carla! Carla is a crossing guard and was her husband there, Brave and tall of heart a fireman to care? Carla crosses children before Produce Paradise, Where I shop and talk to a familiar friend so nice. But only her husband would have been around As perhaps his wife slept securely safe and sound. But may the history of this night and day let love alone suffice, For love alone may rise renewed above the charcoal sacrifice. O had I now slept in the hopes of love in my friends home, Then no Fire and Rain could whip in shape this poem! And though I saw the aftermath while still this poem working on, I see renewal comes brave upon this simple way -- on love to fawn!

Author:
jamiemoffett

Tags:
fire, kensington, philadelphia, philly, poetry, warehouse,