Monday, March 02, 2009

Poor fellow, my country"

Extreme fire warnings have been issued for tonight and tomorrow for Victoria with winds gusting up to 150kph. As well as people from all over Australia, we have people from New Zealand, the USA and Canada helping us. Thank you all who help and all who care.

This poem was sent to me by email. I haven't been able to trace the writer. I'm sharing the poem which speaks to our hearts. If the writer reads this and wishes it removed please comment and I will do so immediately.

Black is all I see

Where green and gold once cloaked the land
Where eucalypt and pine did stand
Where man did live and lay his hand
Now black is all I see

Where horses grazed and cattle drank
Where grasses lined the river bank
Where stood a house and water tank
Now black is all I see

There was a town with store and hall
Which proudly stood ‘neath ridges tall
Now nothing moves or lives at all
And black is all I see

There stood a home and there another
Where lived a daughter, father , mother
A sister, cousin, niece or brother
Now black is all I see

Our nation grieves and holds them tight
Throughout the darkness of the night
Till daybreak brings an ashy light
And black is all I see

“Poor fella, my country”
N.D. 11 FEB 2009

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