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Random Poem:

Seasons of Memory
Greeves

Fire-lines surrendered and broke - flames roar.
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Crying voices awoke, nightmares, gasping, retreating.
 2
Petrified tears weeping, wet eyes a gaze - the heart wails.
 3
Time faints in fear, haunted and pale - memories burn, all ablaze.
 4
 
 
The sky eerie, a ghostly sort of black – distant lightning crack!
 5
The midday sun extinguished, darkened to dusk.
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The wind howling foul, roaring with bluster and gust.
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Choking ash, smoke and rain mingle - fire engines flash, roar and signal - sirens wail and scream.
 8
All is grey with red fringes, purple and yellow.
 9
The earth singes, horizon aglow.
 10
 
 
Roos lying there – in the scorched air.
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On their backs, burnt and black.
 12
Blown up from the heat, burning feet, Despair!
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Do not look back.
 14
 
 
Sweltering - record temperatures melting.
 15
Radio says it’s forty six point nine.
 16
A Blue Mountain inferno - get out! got to go!
 17
Coonabarabran to Cessnock fire does not stop.
 18
Lithgow and Bendigo no one will forget this time.
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Summer swelter has ended – heat gauges relented.
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A boy’s memories remain.
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Cinder and ash are wet now, scarred the blackbutts bow.
 22
Beautiful are our rivers flowing with drenching rain.
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Rains started three or four weeks ago - reports of another east coast low.
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Three hundred mils or more, eyebrows shift, it starts to pour!
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All the rivers fill and full, rapidly they run, gone is the sun.
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Autumn upon us now – wind joining in blowing foul.
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A tree falls in a stormy night.
 28
Tragedy unfairly breaks – the neighbourhood awakes.
 29
A boy’s life has been taken from sight.
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Rain heavy, continues steady, for a month or more – rivers rise and fall.
 31
The Bellinger always keen, breaks levy banks up stream.
 32
The Hunter and the Hastings, the Manning and the Macleay join in the run –
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Not to be outdone.
 34
 
 
At the rivers mouth the sea fills with brown water – freshwater to the slaughter, of wave and salt.
 35
Still to me, its strangely reassuring, mother natures’ been calling.
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Accepting of burning land and smoke and all the rivers broke.
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Unjust a boy’s life lost – saddness and sorrow, nature loves us still.
 38
 
 
Sunday today - soaking still, in bed we lay.
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He’s at the window now, I hear a little boys sigh,
 40
He’s thinking of play somehow, looking for sun in the sky.
 41
Alas gumboots and bravado, outside anyway, splashing and kicking in ‘Possum- Way'.
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A boy’s memory remains, of a season filled with fire and rain.
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Lest he forget, still today no sun yet, rain, rain, rain pervades.
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His spirit young, learning, watching, mother natures’ parades.
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He sees it, and knows it can’t be told, not to be controlled.
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He seeks to see her closely, to hear her, to hold him dear.
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In his memory this season will remain.
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