I remember the summer that Canada burned
I remember the smoke in the breeze
Tinder was tender and ready to flame
One spark can burn all the trees
On a lovely June day on the second of May
I set up my camp by a stone
I gathered some briar and started a fire
Then found I was not alone
A woman with hair like a fine copper coin
Sat with the embers and me
She said I am headed for lovely Vancouver
Then to the mountains I’ll flee
Be careful I say, you’re like kindling to spark
She replied, but her words were few
I’ll lay my red locks on the moss on the rocks
While the sky is still blue
We parted ways, hadn’t seen her for days
She blazed a pathway of cinder
I often thought, I often wondered
If she was the spark to the Tinder
Leaves sway in the breeze but can’t step away
When a fire joins the dance of the trees
Birds fled the scene and got away clean
But flames brought the rest to their knees
I remember the summer that Canada burned
I remember the smoke in the breeze
Tinder was tender and ready to flame
One spark can burn all the trees
One spark can burn all the trees
Copyright 2023 Lynette Hensley