Libraries Burned
Devoured by flame, hopes and dreams,
Not destroyed, no, but delayed
As if an old man died, the library burned
Phoenixlike it will be made
In time rise from the ashes there
Where brittle burned paper blows in the breeze
Smokes smell hangs putrid in the air
Where the air is blocked by trees
That wont allow the chimneys to draw,
When in the grate was the fire…
Yet by horrid twist of cruel fate,
When the house ablaze, drove the flames higher…