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Sunday, March 15, 2009

The Day Australia Cried


We love to hate Victorians throughout the footy season
Just for the fact they’re from Victoria would seem a valid reason,
They tend to think Australian Rules belongs to them, at least
In the west we simply label them”the know alls from the East”

But Australians came together, sporting squabbles set aside,
When disaster struck Victoria, the day Australia cried.
We’ve seen pictures in the papers; we’ve seen them on TV
Homes and buildings burnt to ashes, the pain and misery
The faces of survivors, the tears they tried to hide,
Gave us just the briefest glimpse of how they feel inside.

We saw the flames engulf the trees; we saw the sky turn red,
And, in the aftermath, the cars, where some died as they fled.
We heard the graphic stories of the panic they felt that day,
As the townsfolk faced decisions, should they go or should they stay?
The horrors of reality, their lives gone up in smoke,
The loss of whole communities with pretty sounding names.
The toll we don’t want to hear, the numbers who have died,

On that black Saturday, the day Australia cried.
The worst peacetime disaster Australia’s ever seen,
In surroundings long regarded as being lush and green,
Drought throughout the country had left it tinder dry,
At the mercy of the fireballs that “rained down from the sky”
The fires that raged through the hills that February day,
Have changed the course of countless lives in every kind of way.
There’s absolutely nothing left of the futures that were planned,

Just twisted tin and ashes and scars upon the land.
Survivors say they’ll build again in their old neighbourhood,
And life will become normal, and life will become good,
But their lives will be so different and they won’t forget the cost
Of absent family and friends that they have loved and lost.
No matter where you come from, or how far you may roam,
There’s some place in Australia your heart will know as ‘home’
But above all we are Australians, State issues can’t divide
And we won’t forget what happened the Day Australia Cried!

Added: Sorry I don't know who wrote this poem, there was no name attached.

In memory of all those that lost their lives, around 210 people perished in this disaster. Many more lost everything.

I received this email from my friend.

Things are a bit busy around here, will do another post soon.

Have a great Sunday everyone,

x Tania


  1. A well written poem Tania. Thank you for your kind words, they are most appreciated. I am feeling a lot better now. Big storm coming here..we need it...its so hot. Marilyn

  2. I think those words ring strong and true for many...

  3. Hi Tania

    That is a lovely poem - someone should put their name to it before someone else claims it. Very well written.
    I kept my yellow ribbon up that I put up on the memorial day there until one month had passed since the fires. All the news reports have died down now - I do hope those people are getting the right aid and assistance that is needed and that our donations have made it through to them.

    - Joolz

  4. This is very beautiful. And so true.

  5. Hi Tania! What a beautiful poem to mark such a horrible day.
    Take care


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