THE DAY  
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 
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 
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

 
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
ReplyDeleteI think those words ring strong and true for many...
ReplyDeleteHi Tania
ReplyDeleteThat 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
This is very beautiful. And so true.
ReplyDeleteHi Tania! What a beautiful poem to mark such a horrible day.
ReplyDeleteTake care
xoxo