A Christmas tear
Brisbane 2011 flood train driver
Christmas 1974 flood images
1974 floods Oxley with tears
I write this poem ode after having gone through a number of floods and being greatful to have come out virtually unscathed. That is aside from the emotional scarring, which will probably haunt me for many years to come.
I know to some this poem or ode may seem to rhyme. The reason for this was at the time, it was the only thing that helped stop me from crying. Though I can't remember much detail from the time, the more I thought the more the tears would well. I guess my sub concious was taking me straight back to the hell.
I had a strange feeling almost twelve months ago to the day, a nagging and nawing that just wouldn't go away. Again in Christmas 2010 2011 January an almost identical flood happened. When I heard the news the fear and dread, I was almost out of my head when, I couldn't get my family on the phone,. That is part the reason why I dedicate this work to the flood victims of Australia.
PLUS I am so greatful the Salvation Army was able to help my family, in the begining of 2011 my wife & I were able to donate 40+ kilo of clothes, home made soap, toys and other stuff to the Salvation Army Brisbane flood appeal.
I have to give credit to alwaysexploring for inspiration of this hub, whilst reading from the title "A poem,Christmas bells were ringing"
Flood getting there
I KNOW I know you want to read the ODE
OK here it is plus more pics
Iam not trying to be a professional here, I am just an average Joe who has been there and done it several times in 40 plus years. I am not giving any medical, nutritional or any advice requiring a licence.
So if you have a health problem see a doctor. I can not be held responsible for any sore botties or damage you do, to yourself or others. Or if the sky falls etc etc.
1974 floods in Oxley Brisbane 4075
A Christmas tear
Christmas, the year 1974,
was fast approaching to our door
We were not rich,
We were not poor
What happened next,
left us in awe
Little did, we all know,
Twas the year, A Christmas tear would flow
Twas only just, my fifth year,
The first time for me A Christmas tear
Australia was the place that year,
Who would shed A Christmas tear
Cyclone Tracey tore our homes apart,
Along with them so was my heart
Just a little blonde boy, who knew no bad,
The christmas that year, he knew only sad
The petrol drums banging, the floor underneath,
whilst creaking from water, trying to breech
The howling, the cracking, the ripping and tearing,
the ever rising water, was just so scaring
Twas over almost as fast it begun
Then a strange thing happened,
to which we were stunned
The hand outs, help and mateship, it went on for weeks,
finally, had brought, a smile to our cheeks.
2011 Possible Flood
I just found out this year in December 2011 so far we have had 3.2 ml more rain than last year. I hope we certainly don't have another repeated flood :-|
Every time at the end of the year
As the season draws ever near
Inside of me the dreaded fear
Another cyclone season cometh near
From one day unto the next
I am constantly perplexed
Just how we made it
From one day to the next.
To the volunteers. I would like to extend my deepest appreciation and I'm sure that my family will join me to for the fact you helped save us from hell. I can now appreciate the tireless work you performed and I thank you.