POEM ABOUT THE EARLY DAYS ON AN ISLAND WHERE I GREW UP |
Flames, heat, and warmth from a blazing fire Brings thoughts to mind of earlier days. My dad at sea Huddled around, keeping cozy. Mum nearby comforting us with her softest of tones Winds lashed against the rusty old roof The tide is high. Waves roared from outside the windows Meters from our house. One often wondered was Dad safe to battle the treacherous waters So many oceans and dangerous obstacles between us. We prayed and hoped that Dad would return home safely On that ghastly stormy, dark night. One often wondered if Dad was safe battling the treacherous waters So many oceans and dangerous obstacles between us. Thousands of storms have passed through the Well-known Bass Strait. Lives have been lost and homes destroyed Ships have been wrecked, animals have suffered. Never turn your back on a storm You can`t hide from them Nor should you try. Flinders is a little Island with a strong backbone We are survivors. We support each other. Watching each other grow. That destructive storm from so long, long ago It hasn`t destroyed our spirit. Never turn your back on a storm You can`t hide from them Nor should you try. WE ALWAYS FIGHT BACK READY FOR THE NEXT STORM THAT CROSSES OUR PATH NO STORM CAN BREAK OUR FAITH OR LOVE |