On a black weekend in February ,
nobody could have stopped .
what came to be .

All across Victoria bush fires raged
like an insane monster freed
from it’s cage .
The flames leapt high as sparks began to fly through an angry wind into a smokey sky .
A change in the wind brought more than worry .
Everyone left homes in such a hurry .
Hundreds were killed in the rush to get out ,
Flames raced up the hills and then turned about .
Brave fire fighters came to reclaim some ground .
Aware of the danger that could surround .
There was a look on all of their faces ,
like staring at death in twenty paces .
It was harder to fight that to ignore ,
But each day more tragedies lay in store .
Fire fighters prayed in the blazing flames ,
In little towns and along county lanes .
Marysville was completely wiped away ,
Not a house left on that terrible day .
But the fire fighters fought on without rest ,
Where raging fires put them to the test .
Every night in ashes of the day .
The lonesome fire fighter hides it away .
The hurt and the pain of all what he has seen
In the place where the deadly bush fires been .


By Paul McCann