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The Army of Flames
The claw-shaped
Flames reached high
Into the sky like
A lion pouncing on its prey
Houses falling like
A defeated army.
People run towards the Thames
A boat and the river
A welcome friend
The wind sweeping
This fierce enemy
Forward,forward
Swiftly marching
The flames rise high then lower
Like an eagle swooping
Then climbing
But wait!
The army now retreats
The tower stands proud and tall
The General remains
To remind us all.
Faye Downes HB12
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