The hike was long
the day sweltering
the sun beat down
like a hot hammer
on the earth anvil
Jim was getting
dehydrated
disoriented
he lit a cigarette
that fell from his hand
as he passed out
that started a fire
but Smokey the Bear
put it out and
revived Jim with
some Spring water
and saved his life

Bob Boyd

I’m like an idea machine. Ideas come into my hear easily. He just started this poem with “the hike was long” and the rest just fell into place. Of course, I had to do drafts until I got it right, right for me, but I like the way it turned out.