Paul Warren Poems

Could you go to a land that's never hot
And the sun shines down on just the spot

Where you still wear a jumper on a summer's day
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What is whispered in my ear
At night when sleep isn't near
So quietly I concentrate on
A conversation that is soon gone
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At the end of the day
Rest and close your eyes
Your work is over
The night has won
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People are ordinary in what they want
I think fame can be a bit of a font
Where you are forced to go it it often
To drain away fear to be forgotten
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Looking and Searching
Hoping and Dreaming

That love will be seen
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It was a fine South Australian day in the April sun
The police motorcyclist's morning run had just begun
He was always a careful rider but this day was different
From the other direction at a speed that was significant
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My father bought a 1954 FJ Holden sedan
It was light green and had leather seats in its plan
I suppose to us it didn't matter and our family was made
As we went everywhere in that car and in the back seat we played
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In the seventies I drove the Eyre Highway
The Southern Ocean in the Great Australian Bight way
It was sealed road by then and really straight to gain
Miles of road crossing the treeless Nullabor Plain
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Darkness shrouds the day
Light retreats away
A clear winter night
The sun barely put up a fight
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When I was a kid I liked to ride my bike
I used to go everywhere pedalling as hard as I might
Whether it was a sunny day or winter time
The road stretched ahead and the fun was sublime
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