I read your post called “Burned” and just wanted to give you the link for this poem by Anne Bradstreet. She was a Puritan that could be arguably the first American author. She wrote many poems, but this one was about her house burning down in 1666. It pretty much encompasses the thoughts of one watching their life possessions and such burn. It includes her sorrow as well as the reminder at the end “The world no longer let me love, my hope and treasure lies above.” http://www.puritansermons.com/poetry/anne13.htm
Oh thanks for checking it out Bethany! I have heard of Anne Bradstreet, and think I may have read that poem in high school, but thanks for suggesting it! It was a really good read this morning. I can’t imagine how horrible it must be to lose everything in a fire.
Jana Kate 
I read your post called “Burned” and just wanted to give you the link for this poem by Anne Bradstreet. She was a Puritan that could be arguably the first American author. She wrote many poems, but this one was about her house burning down in 1666. It pretty much encompasses the thoughts of one watching their life possessions and such burn. It includes her sorrow as well as the reminder at the end “The world no longer let me love, my hope and treasure lies above.” http://www.puritansermons.com/poetry/anne13.htm
Oh thanks for checking it out Bethany! I have heard of Anne Bradstreet, and think I may have read that poem in high school, but thanks for suggesting it! It was a really good read this morning. I can’t imagine how horrible it must be to lose everything in a fire.