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Ronald George Hunter Australia (Verified User) Posts 4318 Dogs 0 / Races 0 23 Feb 2021 00:09
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I'd first met him one day, on my morning walk We shared a seat together, there was little talk His long hair had greyed, as like his beard too A thousand yard stare, looked out into the blue
Slowly the days seemed, to mount up like a mound But, each morning I spoke, he never uttered a sound He would look at me, then eventually turn, right away Like I was his friend, but I ought not to have stayed
One morning I began to tell him, I thought he was a vet When, suddenly overhead, there came this roar of a jet He immediately rose, and dived into a bush with a cringe Then after it had passed, he slowly peered from it's fringe
In time, we both settled into an agreed fragile truce No questions from me about war, and he started to loose Of how he daily walked around, his beloved little town Nestled in suburbia, in a land all coloured tan brown
I looked forward to seeing him, each cold Anzac morn Where memories are cherished, and hearts are re torn Re visiting places of dread, as we both, bowed our heads In a place where a family's fabric, was torn to shreds
The news came suddenly one day, when the rain did drench About the body of an old man, found on a parklands bench The enormity of it all was, I did'nt even know his name This Government of ours, should shoulder an untold shame
These warriors all, left to live, and die on the streets Is I think, so unnecessary, and just totally piss weak.
Tor Janes Australia (Verified User) Posts 10024 Dogs 16 / Races 0 23 Feb 2021 22:01
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Wow Ron, very powerful poem there
Ray Brown Australia (Team Member) Posts 6226 Dogs 8 / Races 5 24 Feb 2021 20:09
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Yes it it Tor, very appropriate Ron.
Jamie Quinlivian Australia (Verified User) Posts 8727 Dogs 10 / Races 0 24 Feb 2021 21:01
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I remember going up to Sydney for the protest a few years back and being shocked at how many homeless there were at St.James station. And having seen many lonesome guys on the streets of Melbourne and Canberra, sleeping under a jacket, and quite a lot of them with a dog as their only companion in life.
I wonder how many were ex-sevicemen, unable to readjust into civilian life. And as Ron says, unloved by the country they served.
A really powerful poem. The words so true. On every park bench all over the world sit gallant men who have fought senseless wars only to return home to a land where the powers that be dont even know their names. God bless all our heroes