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Black Saturday

                                                   Black  Saturday

                                The blackened Hills are now still
                                But the smell remains
                                The sighing and the crying is over
                                But the memory remains
                                Here stands the remnants of a family’s dreams
                                And the question of why remains
                                It has happened before
                                It may happen again
                                Whether to rebuild or not
                                That question remains
                                There’s a hint of green in the valley
                                There is optimism in the streets
                                The indomitable spirit is rising
                                That’s what remains

    Victoria, Australia 2009  2000 houses lost  173 lives

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  1. Date: 5/2/2014 11:25:00 AM
    I like the hinted-at drama in this one. Congrats on the selection. daver

  1. Date: 4/28/2014 6:21:00 AM
    Awesome write, Congrats on your poem being featured this week, Brian

  1. Date: 10/27/2013 9:56:00 PM
    Another great write, we just had similar here, Lac Magantic, the whole of the downtown was burned down.

    Cosgrove Avatar Brian Cosgrove
    Date: 10/28/2013 8:10:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Arthur You do have to have had experience of these fires to really appreciate it - Fortunate are those who cannot- There is always life and hope 'I lift my eyes unto the hills whence cometh my help" the ref eludes me Brian
  1. Date: 9/18/2013 7:58:00 PM
    Amazing Brian, hi... sad and deep imagery. the smell of smoke is the open, and what remains. I know many held on the rising spirits. thank you for sharing, this tragic day, that ruin the homes, and dreams of many... always~ Linda

  1. Date: 9/15/2013 6:03:00 PM
    Ah, man's indomitable spirit. It is what moves us into another day. Nicely written. Allan

    Cosgrove Avatar Brian Cosgrove
    Date: 9/16/2013 3:18:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Allen Thanks for your comments I was afraid the subject matter was a bit far away(Australia) for some Cheer Brian