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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required One morning he focused his sight on a range where a column of smoke caught his eye. The scrub was alight and engulfing the trees and the wild winds forced flames t’wards the sky. The old man sought shelter away from its wrath in the bowels of a cave and gave prayer. Though thick choking smoke and the blistering heat had him gasping and choking for air. The danger now gone he walked out from the cave and the vision he met at its mouth was one of stark contrast, the landscape lay bare, and the fire front raced further south. The old man now ragged and wilting in strength knew the fire had dealt him a blow, but urged his grey down the steep slope of the ridge where the ironbarks grew down below. His pathway lay blocked by a large fallen limb and beneath it there laid a charred frame, not human in structure, but that of a horse, though it caused him to stop all the same. The singed hide was chestnut and that of a mare. Yes, the quarry he’d sought for so long. Then anger gave way and tears welled in his eyes and a magpie burst forth into song. For lying beside her obscured by her frame, lay the bones of his daughter’s lost son. The old iron bark recompensed him that day, but the old man sensed no one had won. He laid the boy’s bones in the packsaddle bags and the horse showed approval and neighed. And a calm inner peace now pervaded the man; he’d fulfilled both the vows he had made. It has always been in the back of my mind to write a sequel to Banjo Paterson’s poem Lost. I have always felt that the old man would never have any peace of mind until he found the boy’s bones and lay them to rest next to his mother. The sequence of events which led up to fulfilling the vow evolved as I wrote the poem. I hope it does something for someone.
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