LET­TERS

Whitsunday Times - - YOUR SAY -

Dear diary

DEB­BIE came to visit,

It seems we got in her way It's been (four) weeks al­ready

Seems like just the other day.

She took the things we bor­rowed

From the oceans to the trees And left us with de­struc­tion, No power and moun­tains of de­bris

She screamed to us through the winds,

When she whirled and stormed through the land.

And swal­lowed up our houses the rivers and all the sand.

Deb­bie came to shore slowly,

Slowly through the night And hit the land be­neath us And sliced through it like a knife.

It's al­most like a warn­ing A re­minder of what is hers ‘Take care of my land’ she whis­pered

The trees and all the birds This land I lend to you To share with all mankind. It is a spe­cial kind of land We see with all our eyes. So when you go to lit­ter, Or spill oil through the wa­ters,

Re­mem­ber this land is bor­rowed

But to me, she is my daugh­ter

Take care of her I say, She de­serves all the love you can give

And share her with the world And farewell to you I will bid.

In­fra­struc­ture needs

I NEVER thought I would get to the point where the highlight of my life was flushing a toi­let, but I got there (af­ter Cy­clone Deb­bie).

Be­ing sit­u­ated to­wards the top of a hill, we needed the Can­non­vale reser­voir to be 80% be­fore we had hope of flow­ing wa­ter, and as peo­ple be­came con­nected, so the wa­ter level went up and down.

I would like to thank a few peo­ple who tried their hard­est to help: our mayor who con­tacted me reg­u­larly about the sit­u­a­tion, Chris Perry and

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