My Poems


8. Narrative Poem


The buggy caught on fire.

Why is all this smoke here? It wasn't a few seconds ago....

"Do you see that?" I ask the driver.

"It's on fire!" My younger sister squeals from the back seat.

I stare at the driver with wide eyes.

The driver stops the buggy before jumping out and grabbing the blanket that had caught alight.

The flames roar as the driver and I throw the blanket into a nearby water trough.

The flames sizzle till there completely soaked by water.

I feel relief wave over me as I stare at everyone with a sigh

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