Homework 27th Jan - Standing Firm
Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2020 7:11 pm
Thank you Maureen, for these prompts, because I confess that my pen has been completely still since these fires began. I have cried for Australia like so many others but have felt utterly lost for words on the subject. Now you have helped me to make a start this year - so whilst it's just a small one, I thank you once again.
Standing Firm
To witness struggling wildlife in confusion and despair
stagger panicked through the burning bush in haste;
to watch these tragic shadows backed by skies of tangerine
and to feel the helpless tragedy and waste
is a heartbreak indescribable, a horror unsurpassed
as a nation tries to cope with mammoth grief—
to gag on filthy smoke, to learn of deaths and homes destroyed
in apocalyptic scenes, defies belief;
to try to come to terms with countless creatures we have lost—
our distinctive native animals and birds—
to bleakly stare at blistered, peeling land and count the cost
is revulsion too unspeakable for words.
But nature will regenerate - already can be seen
early promise of renewal after fires—
robust and verdant beauty sprouting valiantly in trees,
and in fields that days before were blazing pyres.
So too will all Australians persist in standing firm
and elect to look for rainbows through the gloom;
koala bears will feast again, the roos will blithely bound,
and the kookaburra’s laughter will resume.
Despite the stench of blistered, peeling land, we’ll start again
with resilience and defiance in our eyes—
the bush and its inhabitants will teach us all the way,
whilst our birds fly high in flawless southern skies.
© Catherine Lee, Jan 2020
Standing Firm
To witness struggling wildlife in confusion and despair
stagger panicked through the burning bush in haste;
to watch these tragic shadows backed by skies of tangerine
and to feel the helpless tragedy and waste
is a heartbreak indescribable, a horror unsurpassed
as a nation tries to cope with mammoth grief—
to gag on filthy smoke, to learn of deaths and homes destroyed
in apocalyptic scenes, defies belief;
to try to come to terms with countless creatures we have lost—
our distinctive native animals and birds—
to bleakly stare at blistered, peeling land and count the cost
is revulsion too unspeakable for words.
But nature will regenerate - already can be seen
early promise of renewal after fires—
robust and verdant beauty sprouting valiantly in trees,
and in fields that days before were blazing pyres.
So too will all Australians persist in standing firm
and elect to look for rainbows through the gloom;
koala bears will feast again, the roos will blithely bound,
and the kookaburra’s laughter will resume.
Despite the stench of blistered, peeling land, we’ll start again
with resilience and defiance in our eyes—
the bush and its inhabitants will teach us all the way,
whilst our birds fly high in flawless southern skies.
© Catherine Lee, Jan 2020