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.
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