@dadpad,
dadpad I received a well penned poem about the bush fires this morning, graphic photographs accompanied each verse. Unfortunately I can't reproduce the photo's but I've been able to copy the poem.
Black is all I see
Where green and gold once cloaked the land
Where eucalypt and pine did stand
Where man did live and lay his hand
Now black is all I see
Where horses grazed and cattle drank
Where grasses lined the river bank
Where stood a house and water tank
Now black is all I see
There was a town with store and hall
Which proudly stood ‘neath ridges tall
Now nothing moves or lives at all
And black is all I see
There stood a home and there another
Where lived a daughter, father , mother
A sister, cousin, niece or brother
Now black is all I see
Our nation grieves and holds them tight
Throughout the darkness of the night
Till daybreak brings an ashy light
And black is all I see
"Poor fella, my country"
