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Steve is gone,
I hardly can believe
the man wont cry again,
I cannot credit that
his energy wont bloom
and burst the candid pane
that kept us so aware of just
how much he really, really cared.

I grieve for Bindi Sue
and Robert who’ll despair,
for Terri who has lost the man
with whom she shared a life
of loved eminence; and where
bereaved will gather to declare
their love we’ll find a solitary kind
of saddened solace there.

I think I understand how friends
would wander without light,
I think I comprehend their loss
of sight, I know despite the pain
they feel a powerful sense of
omnipresent guidance in their
waking hours, and though he’s gone
his spirit towers to guide us all.

And through a pall of sadness
feel he still walks tall and talks
to us with commonsense and
passion deep to stir our souls.

A loving larrikin with whom
we share profound beliefs,
and though bereaved we join
to make our voices heard and call
a joyous final journeying of
Steve ‘The Crocodile Hunter’ Irwin.
© I.D. Carswell

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