Poison Snow

When I was a baby, the summer filled with snow
Upon closer look, the truth you would know

Instead of a snow bank, you'd see a stash
Shoveled in a mound of forest fire ash

In the heart of Wyoming, the air would choke
You'd breathe hardly air, only a thick smoke

The skies darkened, in the distance an orange glow
As Yellowstone burned, we gained memories of grey snow

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