Flames by Billy Collins


Smokey the Bear heads
into the autumn woods
with a red can of gasoline
and a box of wooden matches.

His ranger's hat is cocked
at a disturbing angle.

His brown fur gleams
under the high sun
as his paws, the size
of catcher's mitts,
crackle into the distance.

He is sick of dispensing
warnings to the careless,
the half-wit camper,
the dumbbell hiker.

He is going to show them
how a professional does it.

Billy Collins

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  • 2

    I liked it

    • peace
    • March 27, 2010, 2:12 am
  • 2

    It's worthy of a A+

    • peace
    • March 27, 2010, 9:39 am
  • 1

    Thx I'm doing a project and I found it on poem hunter

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