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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365878" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Andamooka Storm</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The saltbush stirred in a sullen breeze<br>At the Coober Pedy Mine, <br>Where the ground was baked to a shallow crust<br>With the surface cracked, and lined, <br>For it hadn't rained for a seven month, <br>And the sky was clear and blue, <br>While a spirit crept from the Opal stone, <br>At Andamooka, too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Mintabie, the wind crept out<br>Of a hole in the sacred ground, <br>It swirled and it swept across the land<br>As the spirit scowled and frowned, <br>It formed a cone and it swept around<br>To the Andamooka side, <br>And joined with the Coober Pedy wind<br>Like a bridegroom to a bride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cone spread out three hundred miles, <br>It growled as it whirled in grace, <br>And the dust it stirred streamed skywards up<br>Like a funnel in outer space, <br>While the men below in the Opal Mines<br>Hid deep in the dugout's lair, <br>Lay flat on the floor and held their ears<br>From the scream of the storm out there! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While less than a hundred miles away<br>In the depths of a grim old ruin, <br>Sat a slip of a girl with a surly mouth<br>At a table, in the gloom, <br>For piled up high on the table lay<br>The fruits of her father's life, <br>The greens and the golds of the Opal stones<br>That he'd worked for, with his wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the girl sat quite alone in there, <br>And could it be, she smiled, <br>These sacks of rocks, not the only things<br>That lay by the demon child, <br>For by her hand lay a hammer, stained<br>With the colour of earth and mud, <br>And something that glistened and dried on it, <br>The red of her parents' blood! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She strained and heaved at the sacks of rocks<br>And dragged them out to the car, <br>Then looked across at the mound of earth<br>That covered a gaping scar, <br>She dragged the last sack to the porch<br>As the wind burst over the hill, <br>And she saw the funnel of dust that swirled<br>As she worked her evil will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The edge of the swirling hurricane<br>Whipped over the shallow mound, <br>Then swept it up in a stream that brought<br>A scream of a different sound, <br>She ran out waving her puny fists<br>At the spirit of Mintabie, <br>But the storm had growled as the girl had howled<br>At the storm, to let her be! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old prospector's body lay<br>Uncovered at last out there, <br>His wife beside as she too had died<br>With the blood running through her hair, <br>They stared unseeing before them now<br>At the daughter who screamed and cried, <br>But the storm drowned out the daughter's shout, <br>As she tumbled about, outside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The funnel whirled for an hour, then left, <br>It ravaged the countryside, <br>Took a hundred thousand tons of dirt<br>On a whirling dervish ride, <br>It covered the Sydney Harbour Bridge<br>Left cities to choke in the dust, <br>To tell of a daughter's parricide<br>And the loss of a mother's trust! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While waiting out by an ancient track<br>For the next car passing by, <br>Is a sight to curdle the hardest heart, <br>Two corpses, side by side, <br>They lie uncovered, while straight ahead<br>In line, where their eyes had been, <br>Is a girl who's buried right up to her neck, <br>Who couldn't be quite fourteen! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">25 September 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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At the Coober Pedy Mine, 
Where the ground was baked to a shallow crust
With the surface cracked, and lined, 
For it hadn't rained for a seven month, 
And the sky was clear and blue, 
While a spirit crept fr..."></div>
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