Twas six days before Christmas and all through the campus all the children were napping, yes, even the teachers.
There bellies were full with the rice and the curry, and they lay there head down to rest from the scurry.
When up from the haystack there rose such a clatter, the word that was spread was, “Get up! There’s a FIRE!”
All came from their rooms and looked up, to see all the smoke filling up the now darkening sky.
I jumped to my window to see what’s the matter, and saw from my perch the flames start to scatter.
I threw on my shoes and ran down to see, if I could help carry buckets of sand or of water.
The caregivers, guards, cookers, and teachers, they all came to help with this now leaping fire.
I helped calm the flames with the buckets of water, the smoke burned my lungs just like many others.
After buckets of sand and of water besides, the fireman came with their hose of great size.
We all worked together to to pull the hay out, yes, out of the pile looking like a smoke spout.
Lots of throwing, and spraying, and soot in the face went into this afternoon of such disgrace.
When all smoke was gone, and the hay strewn about, we were covered in ash but put out a great shout.
Thank you God for protecting our campus so small and letting it burn only the hay for the stall.
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you can see the banana trees behind were singed as well |
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This was once a neat hay stack, now it's all over |
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soaked with soot and water, my pants were once white. =) |