A Poem
Friday 23 October 2009
During the last few days we have experienced ‘summer'. Not only are our temperatures in the mid twenties but we note that our gardens and grass want to be watered. The peace, colour and beauty that natural growth provides are something that we treasure within our School.
We are however, reminded that our temperatures could once again reach the high 30s and 40s during summer. Thus all of us need to be on bushfire and sustainable use of water alert. The following poem, written by Year 9 student Victoria Ravida, reflects on the Black Saturday bushfires. We thank Victoria for her thoughts...and hope such an event never happens again.
Black Saturday (for all fire-fighters lost)
I am one of many fire-fighters,
Tall and strong we stand.
Where ever flames may rage
We'll be there in God's hands.
Together grab a little child
Before it is too late
Or save an old person
From the horror of that fate.
Enable us to be alert
And hear the weakest shout.
To quickly and efficiently
Put the fires out.
We want to fulfil our callings,
And be the best we can.
We take a lending hand
And protect each other's land.
Orange and red the fires flame,
Through schools where kids play games.
When ashes fall my stomach churns
Whilst on the floor bodies burn.
Night falls, we never stop,
We would never let anyone drop.
They cry for help,
But with every last breath could possibly melt.
We will fight for our lives,
And sometimes have to pick who lives and dies.
Life is about choices,
But our job is to be there as you call with your voices.
When lives are on the line we sacrifice everything,
No fear, no limits, no turning back.
There is a place in our hearts
When you are lying in our laps.
And if it be, while on the job
I should lose my life,
Please bless and forever protect
All those I've loved in life.