Ode to Blazeaid
Someday they’ll ask me, what did BlazeAid do?
I know that I’ll smile as I think of you.
Sure you fixed our fences but there is more, you see
You actually helped us repair our community
When we felt washed up and did not think we would stay
You put on your mud boots and showed us the way.
You’ve cleaned up our fences and mucked out the shed,
You fought off black snakes and things that we dread,
You cleared our fields and when we felt blue,
You gave us courage to work on through.
There were proud farmers, loath to accept charity
So they sent in beef killers and porkers for free
The butchers pitched in, to make sure you’re fed
And all of this time, the baker donated your bread.
We got tonnes of pumpkins, onions and carrots too
And pallets of foodstuff sent to feed you.
There was money and tools and gadgets obtuse
But we honoured the gifts and we put them to use.
We baked you puddings and biscuits too,
And cooked up dumplings and “whatever” stew,
We made lasagne and shepherd’s pie
You saved our pecans and put hay stacks up high.
We had camp fires and hungis and barbecues
And roast meals with trifle and cheesecakes too.
You are early to rise and early to bed
And our job was simply to make sure you’re fed.
You are not young folk but you’re not old too
If we seek example – we could follow you.
As you prepare to leave us and drive round the bends
Just know that we love you and miss you, our friends.
We’ve done us proud to come this far
Ever since the floods, to where we are,
Side by side, upon our land,
We worked away, and it was grand.
So, travel safe, folks and come back some year,
For Monto will miss you and be glad you were here.