Fighting Spirit photos and poems salute Aussie communities smashed by the Black Summer
Raw photos and moving poems by children caught in the horrors of the Black Summer bushfires are part of an extraordinary tribute to Aussie resilience.
The children who lived through Australia’s Black Summer don’t only talk about what they saw during those terrible days of fire – their sense memories swirl around smell and sound too.
Five moving poems by young people included in the new commemorative book Fighting Spirit bring a child’s eye to the arresting images of the 2019-20 devastation, collected in this moving photographic tribute to our bushfire-affected communities.
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Manu Sage, the 17-year-old senior division winner of the Kids News Bushfire Poetry Competition, from which the poems were sourced, said the book’s images and words of survival, loss and recovery were “incredibly important”.
“These sorts of things are way too easily lost, so you have to have something permanent to keep them in,” he said.
“It was very scary, if I’m being honest. The smoke was all you could smell and breathe and your lungs hurt from it. When the fire actually got there, there was a roaring sound … like a tornado. Going through it, and all the time after it, rebuilding and stuff … it did bring the community together.”
Youngsters from all around Australia entered the competition, and in addition to the five poems published in full, inspirational lines from many more are scattered throughout the pages of Fighting Spirit.
The book also contains photos submitted by people caught in the firestorms – some of which are featured here – as well as many striking images by News Corp photographers and others.
Junior poetry winner Lincoln, 12, a year 6 student at Cobargo Primary School in NSW, said one parent told him he had “done Cobargo proud”.
“That was a great feeling, to have done that,” Lincoln said.
“I will never forget that image of the fire coming over the hill towards our property. It looked alive, like an enormous herd of red, orange-coloured cattle on the move coming over the hillside.”
Ignatius Hassett, 12, runner-up for his poem Losses, said he was motivated to write because it was “such a trying time”.
“Not just the fire, but the fact that we lost our dog as well,” he said. “It was unrelated, but it was just that same period that we lost him. That time period was devastating.”
The publication of Fighting Spirit was a huge source of pride.
“I’ve actually achieved something big,” Ignatius said. “I’m there in history – in the record.”
Fighting Spirit is a collaboration between News Corp Australia, HarperCollins and the Federal Government’s National Recovery and Resilience Agency. Five thousand copies will be donated to libraries and schools in bushfire-affected communities and all royalties will go to the bushfire charity BlazeAid.
UNEARTHLY
The road ahead is burning
The road behind’s on fire
A three point turn then racing back
Amidst the unearthly choir
Arriving in the village
Barely able to cope
Sheltering in the fire shed
We could only sit and hope
But the waiting was the worst part
When there was nothing we could do
But sit there in the darkness
Wishing it wasn’t true
In blackened hills we gather together
People I’ve known my whole life
I look over their tired faces
Faces changed by one cruel night
— Manu Sage.
SUNRISE ON A HILL
I can see a fire
It’s just over that hill
But if we stick together
We will be fine
There was no sunrise
On the hillside
Even though my sister said there was
I said, ‘No Astrid
That’s the fire
No sunrise to see here today.’
I can see a fire
It’s just over that hill
But if we stick together
We will be fine
Pack the car
Call the dogs
Where do we go
What do we do?
I can see a fire
It’s just over that hill
But if we stick together
We will be fine
If we stick together
We will be fine
— Lincoln Alderman.
LOSSES
Blackened red sky
Flying ashes, burning embers
Racing hearts, plunging hope
Home in danger, saved by the river
Our tree house left this world in a blaze
of fire
I remember like yesterday we sat on the
soccer wall in denial
Weeping as we saw blackened cloud
looming above
I knew right then that it was gone
But still hoping, wishing, praying against
all odds
We lost our dog to highway traffic
I barely missed him at first
Then I began to miss the biting of feet
on the trampoline
I know now that things like houses and
treehouses are replaceable
But our friends are not
— Ignatius Hassett.
I WILL NEVER FORGET
I will never forget that year,
the smoke was thick, the sirens were loud,
and the fire was near.
I was scared.
Our school closed down,
we turned on the news and there was our town.
We danced for rain, but it just didn’t come.
The fire came near,
and our town lived in fear.
We packed up our stuff,
and I had to be tough.
I was scared.
It was too late to leave on New Year’s Eve.
Sometime after lunch the sky turned to black.
There was no turning back.
We waited and watched,
and our place was spared.
But I was still scared.
Today I give thanks as I look at the sky,
for the firies that saved us and gave up their time.
— James Fielding.
THANK YOU FIREFIGHTERS
Thank you firefighters
For risking your lives
To make sure we survive
When we are in danger.
Thank you firefighters
For working all day and night
To make sure there’s not a fire in sight.
The conditions you were in couldn’t get
any stranger.
Thank you firefighters
For helping out
When we are in doubt
And saving us.
Thank you firefighters
For making the fires go,
Even if the process was slow,
And doing it without any fuss.
Thank you for everything, firefighters.
— Fintan Daly.