Poem 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.

Comments about Flames

Brilliant piece and how it narrates about the flames being brought under control with professional skills 10+++
Smokey the Bear was a hero to prevent the wildfire and this poem indicated to this history
'He is sick of dispensing warnings to the careless, the half-wit camper, the dumbbell hiker' - loved these lines. Congratulations on your poem's selection as the 'Modern Poem of the Day'!
Lovely. And of course the fire he lit burned both bear and man.
boringggg i dont like this poem

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