Thoughts for those who need them

February 9, 2009
Filed under:Real

Word reached me tonight of a buddy, an acquaintance really from medieval nerding, that has escaped the fires in Victoria with his family and the shirts on their back… and nothing else, and it compounds with the news reports and the personal accounts and my own knowledge of the flames of Yellowstone in ‘88 that were right in my very own backyard.

I’m feeling tonight… up, down, sad, glad… just feeling.

Wifeage got this one in an email from CrazyCatLady (her mum) and I rediscovered it in my InBox in time to have a think about it and put it here.

Bless those that have lost, in most cases everything but their lives.

Bless those that have also lost that.

Heaven help those that lit these fires, for they have surely put hell on our Earth.

A Gallop of Fire

When the north wind moans thro’ the blind creek courses
And revels with harsh, hot sand,
I loose the horses, the wild red horses,
I loose the horses, the mad, red horses,
And terror is on the land.

With prophetic murmer the hills are humming,
The forest-kings bend and blow;
With hoofs of brass on the baked earth strumming,
O brave red horses, they hear us coming,
And the legions of death lean low.

O’er the wooded height, and the sandy hollow
Where the boles to the axe have rung,
Tho’ they fly the foreman as flies the swallow,
The fierce red horses, my horses, follow
With flanks to the faint earth flung.

Or with frenzied hieroglyphs, fear embossing
Night’s sable horizon bars,
Thro’ tangled mazes of death-darts crossing,
I swing my leaders and watch them tossing
Their red manes against the stars.

But when South winds sob in the drowned creek courses
And whisper to hard wet sand,
I hold the horses, the spent red horses,
I hold the horses, the tired red horses,
And silence is on the land.

Yea, the South wind sobs among the drowned creek courses
For sorrows no man shall bind—
Ah, God! For the horses, the black plumed horses,
Dear God! For the horses, Death’s own pale horses,
That raced in the tracks behind

-Marie E J Pitt

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