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After a harvest of queensland cane

I was awed by the noise..As breath indrawn.? Of mighty
Giants in unseen form..' immediatly after grew the
Vivid lemon walls..towering ramparts a firestorm! fissures
Of red, glints of blue..With a marching noise a crecendo
That grew..Then the road before us began to move as
All types of creatures; as if in a torrent flew.' Snakes and goannas rats and mice, wallabys you name it? All in a trice! no
Animal lingered! or fought with another' they were escaping
From the powerfull flames that smotherd..The octane roar drowned
Your senses alright..!! Sugar cane fields ablaze at night.!!
I'll always remember the workers nearby with machtes at their
Smoko's and that lurid sky.'

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Paul Callus

Date: 8/15/2024 12:26:00 PM

Your imagery is excellent, Joe....feels like I'm there experiencing it all. In my youth many Maltese used to work in the Australian cane fields, and when they returned back I remember some talking about their experiences, such as burning cane because of diseases spread by rats. // paul

Joe Maverick
Date: 8/15/2024 10:14:00 PM

Ah ha..!! You see soupers its all True.) I have lived the life i'm Sharing with you..)

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/21/2024 12:39:00 AM

Wow. Strong imagery for an Australian wildfire. Hope I got the country right!

Joe Maverick
Date: 7/21/2024 1:21:00 AM

Its how it was in the 1960s/70s Andrea..It was a comtrolled burn Off to enrich the soil..But seeing A wall of flame maybe a mile or two long and up to 30 foot high Stays with me.!