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
Copyright © Brian Cosgrove | Year Posted 2013
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