Janet K. Brennan - Bosque Ablaze lyrics

Its breath is fowl As a dragon's lair It rushes forward Taking no care . . . Like a furnace stoked With treasures of oak That ole "Widow Maker" Crazed wildfire mare The Bosque burns As we all watch Skies blood red . . . One last dry swatch It jumps the Rio And travels on Burning the Cottons The Pinions are gone The habitat lost, Ecology changed Ashes yet hot One question remains We ask deep inside, "What can we all do?" One answer is clear "We'll plant anew!"