ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

While I think of something new, here's an old one from the tragic Vic Bushfires - Feb 2009

THE AFTERMATH

It looks so like a war zone strewn with ash and blackened wood,
the poignant piles of rubble where the houses had once stood.
The choking smoke has blown away; the killer fires now out,
but long will hearts be aching with so many lives in doubt.

We see your tear stained faces and the looks of disbelief,
eyes show the shock and horror mingled with your pain and grief.
We hear your gentle sobbing with so little we can do,
but try to offer comfort, as Australia weeps for you.

 Terry Piggott 16/2/2009

Very topical Terry and touches to the heart the feelings of those poor people who have been impacted. Nicely crafted poem

Yes, I agree...this is a really poignant poem whereby you can smell the blackened wood and feel the pain and loss.

Yes Terry, the sunburnt country is also the bushfire burnt country.

Thanks Catherine and Neville.

I still haven't had time to write a new one.

Terry