We love to hate Victorians throughout the footy season Just for the fact they/re from Victoria would seem a valid reason,
they tend to think Australian Rules belongs to them, at least In the west we simply label them the know alls from the East.
But Australians came together, sporting squabbles set aside, When disaster struck Victoria, the day Australia cried.
We've seen pictures in the papers; we've seen them on TV Homes and buildings burnt to ashes, the pain and misery
The faces of survivors, the tears they tried to hide, Gave us just the briefest glimpse of how they feel inside.
We saw the flames engulf the trees; we saw the sky turn red, And, in the aftermath, the cars, where some died as they fled.
We heard the graphic stories of the panic they felt that day, As the townsfolk faced decisions, should they go or should they stay?
The horrors of reality, their lives gone up in smoke, The loss of whole communities with pretty sounding names.
The toll we don't want to hear, the numbers who have died, On that black Saturday, the day Australia cried.
The worst peacetime disaster Australia's ever seen, In surroundings long regarded as being lush and green.
Drought throughout the country had left it tinder dry, At the mercy of the fireballs that rained down from the sky
The fires that raged through the hills that February day, Have changed the course of countless lives in every kind of way.
There's absolutely nothing left of the futures that were planned, Just twisted tin and ashes and scars upon the land.
Survivors say they'll build again in their old neighbourhood, And life will become normal, and life will become good,
But their lives will be so different and they wont forget the cost Of absent family and friends that they have loved and lost.
No matter where you come from, or how far you may roam, There's some place in Australia your heart will know as home
But above all we are Australians, State issues can't divide And we won't forget what happened the Day Australia Cried!
Author Unknown
ibbo said
07:51 AM Apr 1, 2009
What a lovely way to start the day.Thank you for posting that beautiful and oh so true poem.Cheers.Ibbo
drongo & wendy said
08:37 AM Apr 1, 2009
hey that brought a lump to the throat. loved it
Mike or Judy could u send that on to me please ?
-- Edited by drongo & wendy on Wednesday 1st of April 2009 07:40:02 AM
Smokeydk said
09:48 AM Apr 1, 2009
Well done..........excellent..
Dave
dave06 said
10:57 AM Apr 1, 2009
hmmm!!
mike and Judy said
03:20 PM Apr 1, 2009
Dronga, email me and will send it return
ballast2 said
12:09 AM Apr 2, 2009
Thanks Mike and Judy for sharing this with us. Bravo Zulu to the author
Jack.
Marken Time said
03:04 PM Apr 2, 2009
How true........must now blow the honker & wipe the eyes. Thanks Mike & Judy
Ell&Mick said
03:29 PM Apr 2, 2009
beautiful.
suenami said
08:13 PM Apr 3, 2009
Beautiful. Beacuse I take the "road less travelled", ended up going through the guts of it - well Kinglake. There was nothing there. As far as the eye could see was black and red. I believe the roads had only opened the previous day. In the end I had to pull over as tears were blurring my eyes. The destruction was total. Lot of caravans (donated I would think) on site next to ruble that were houses, sheds, vehicles. Shops, stores, everything gone...Tracey had nothing on this....yet road workers, service people and others waved as I passed at about 35k/hr...Sue.
THE DAY AUSTRALIA CRIED
We love to hate Victorians throughout the footy season
Just for the fact they/re from Victoria would seem a valid reason,
they tend to think Australian Rules belongs to them, at least
In the west we simply label them the know alls from the East.
But Australians came together, sporting squabbles set aside,
When disaster struck Victoria, the day Australia cried.
We've seen pictures in the papers; we've seen them on TV
Homes and buildings burnt to ashes, the pain and misery
The faces of survivors, the tears they tried to hide,
Gave us just the briefest glimpse of how they feel inside.
We saw the flames engulf the trees; we saw the sky turn red,
And, in the aftermath, the cars, where some died as they fled.
We heard the graphic stories of the panic they felt that day,
As the townsfolk faced decisions, should they go or should they stay?
The horrors of reality, their lives gone up in smoke,
The loss of whole communities with pretty sounding names.
The toll we don't want to hear, the numbers who have died,
On that black Saturday, the day Australia cried.
The worst peacetime disaster Australia's ever seen,
In surroundings long regarded as being lush and green.
Drought throughout the country had left it tinder dry,
At the mercy of the fireballs that rained down from the sky
The fires that raged through the hills that February day,
Have changed the course of countless lives in every kind of way.
There's absolutely nothing left of the futures that were planned,
Just twisted tin and ashes and scars upon the land.
Survivors say they'll build again in their old neighbourhood,
And life will become normal, and life will become good,
But their lives will be so different and they won t forget the cost
Of absent family and friends that they have loved and lost.
No matter where you come from, or how far you may roam,
There's some place in Australia your heart will know as home
But above all we are Australians, State issues can't divide
And we won't forget what happened the Day Australia Cried!
Author Unknown
Mike or Judy could u send that on to me please ?
-- Edited by drongo & wendy on Wednesday 1st of April 2009 07:40:02 AM