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 © | Year Posted 2013

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Austin Avatar
May 2, 2014 at 11:25 AM
I like the hinted-at drama in this one. Congrats on the selection. daver
Mehta Avatar
April 28, 2014 at 6:21 AM
Awesome write, Congrats on your poem being featured this week, Brian
Vaso Avatar
October 27, 2013 at 9:56 PM
Another great write, we just had similar here, Lac Magantic, the whole of the downtown was burned down.
Cosgrove Avatar
October 28, 2013 at 8:10 PM
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
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September 18, 2013 at 7:58 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
Koven Avatar
September 15, 2013 at 6:03 PM
Ah, man's indomitable spirit. It is what moves us into another day. Nicely written. Allan
Cosgrove Avatar
September 16, 2013 at 3:18 AM
Hi Allen Thanks for your comments I was afraid the subject matter was a bit far away(Australia) for some Cheer Brian
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