The Mountains On Fire (Fun Poem 94)

Many years ago, my wife and I went to Scotland and stayed in a holiday chalet. Behind it stood a mountain and you had to crane your neck to see the top. One day my wife awoke and looked out the window and panic gripped her. “The mountains on fire! ” She shouted, loud enough to wake the dead. I got up and looked out the window. “Oh Yea.” I said and went back to bed. “What are we going to do about it? ” She asked. “What are we going to do? ” “Come back to bed.” I said. “When the mist clears you will see the mountain is Ok.” 5 February 2009