by Sir Charles G. D. Roberts
The night was grim and still with dread;
No star shone down from heaven's dome;
The ancient forest closed around
The settler's lonely home.

There came a glare that lit the north;
There came a wind that roused the night;
But child and father slumbered on,
Nor felt the growing light.

There came a noise of flying feet,
With many a strange and dreadful cry;
And sharp flames crept and leapt along
The red verge of the sky.

There came a deep and gathering roar.
The father raised his anxious head;
He saw the light, like a dawn of blood,
That streamed across his bed.

It lit the old clock on the wall,
It lit the room with splendour wild,
It lit the fair and tumbled hair
Of the still sleeping child;

And zigzag fence, and rude log barn,
And chip-strewn yard, and cabin grey,
Glowed crimson in the shuddering glare
Of that untimely day.


Overall, we think that it's a really descriptive poem that talks about a father and a child found through the forest fire and how they feel about it, the sharp flames around the cabin, suffering.

We fought nature and lost
time and time again
What it was the year
of flash floods and heavy rains
cyclones with many names
the earth shaking,
my feet on the cracks,
was that fire still burning,
the forest all gone
the animals lost in it
oh it could not be any worse
but there comes the locusts
volcano turning up
out of blue brimming up,
the storm is coming,
it is inevitable
where to escape,
the disasters striking every corner
which direction to follow,
Towards the sky
I look for help, I try
To search for you hidden behind
all the dark clouds.