each poem, each painting
a leaf, falling from the tree
carrying impressions of spring
beyond the dark of winter
the beauty remains…
in mud and twisted steel
drowned voices lost
among the river stones
shriek of iron
and a train whistle
This place on the Whangaehu River was prophetically named – Tangiwai has the meaning of weeping waters – and on Christmas Eve 1953 a rim of Ruapehu’s crater gave way, releasing a lahar of mud, rocks and water down the river, just as the Wellington to Auckland night express was approaching. There were heroic efforts to stop the train before it reached the bridge where the lahar had washed away one pier, but in vain. Many of those on the train were heading home for Christmas, and over the following days searchers found mud-soaked presents and toys among the twisted wreckage and bodies. Four of the carriages were destroyed in the torrent. 151 passengers and crew died.
We are at war. Life is a battle. Every day we fight for joy, peace… love. This is correspondence from the front line.
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🦋 The Official Website of Australian Writer Chrissy Siggee
Words about pictures by Michael Scandling
Author of "The Marine Corps Doesn't Issue Wives - A Memoir" and Advocate For Invisible Illnesses
一枚の写真は一千語に匹敵する／A picture is worth a thousand words
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