Lament for steve irwin

• Bettina Walsh, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2006

Tears of the Southern Cross,
fall swift and quick, like rain
A great light has vanished;
A beating heart has waned.
His gentle soul,
cocooned beneath a legacy
sheds golden scales
of mirth, of life, of entity.
Man of sorrows,
In earth abides your name.
Anchor within us,
the passion and the flame
Man of sorrows,
Dirt blood runs through your veins
Peace now your spirit
On homely broken plains.