Today we possibly had another taste of what is to come with gusty winds
up to 100 kph and temperatures in excess of 40 degrees. Nearby a grass fire in
the morning quickly got out of control and ended up as a bush fire. Residents
were warned it was too late to leave and to shelter inside. This is a poem I composed.
Victoria’s Fiery Summer
Melbourne awakens to an eerie
new day
Fiery red Sun through smoky grey haze
Feels like evening when sun seeks its rest
Dust of a landscape only rain can suppress
Bush fires in our country unlike any other
Fed by a drought of endless dry summers
Dry fuel and air so soil has no moisture.
Fight fires in vain, best just to contain her
Melancholy thoughts of dim days of our past
Black Friday and Ash Wednesday I pray be our last
Volunteer fire fighters can’t see through the smoke
Brave and determined they’re just ordinary blokes
Smoky conditions drag on with the drought
Summer continues as towns wait in fear
Fiery red Sun through smoky grey haze
Feels like evening when sun seeks its rest
Dust of a landscape only rain can suppress
Bush fires in our country unlike any other
Fed by a drought of endless dry summers
Dry fuel and air so soil has no moisture.
Fight fires in vain, best just to contain her
Melancholy thoughts of dim days of our past
Black Friday and Ash Wednesday I pray be our last
Volunteer fire fighters can’t see through the smoke
Brave and determined they’re just ordinary blokes
Smoky conditions drag on with the drought
Summer continues as towns wait in fear
Ready to flee from the fire
alerts
Praying for rain, to quench her dry heart
Praying for rain, to quench her dry heart