Day 6: Prompt – Hero, Form – Ballad, Device – anaphora (a-NAH-fra) and epistrophe (eh-PIS-tro-fee)
Dad wasn’t afraid of good hard work,
He wasn’t one to laze and shirk
But…
The weeds were long, the job was hard,
Desire not strong, to weed the yard,
A fire could burn it all so quick,
A lot can happen with one match flick!
Dad wasn’t afraid of good hard work,
He wasn’t one to laze and shirk
But…
Killed with heat, the grass was dead,
Area neat everyone said.
Until night came, out of the tree
A raging flame, we all could see.
Dad wasn’t afraid of good hard work,
He wasn’t one to laze and shirk
But…
The fireman came, the fire put out,
Who was to blame? There was some doubt.
So off they went into the night,
Charging none for the Candle light.
Musings of a Retiring Person 
Nice – particularly I like your repeated lines, makes him sound like a nice man, even if not too efficient
Actually he was very good, this was just one of his “finer moments”, one he could never live down.
fire can take off so fast. My daughter was selling her house and had a little fire to burn some rubbish. Three rural fire trucks later she was left to explain the burnt yard to an irate partner and the real estate.
I’m fairly sure Dad just played dumb. I can still see the firemen in the lounge room talking to him trying to find out how it happened, the “candle” appeared probably at least 6 hours after the fire below was finished.