Police - The Course 47 Reunion Poem by Paul Warren

There comes a time when our memories are kings
And Course 47 remembers as our golden years rings
When we were young and the sunshine played
In Fort Largs Police Academy where we stayed

Peter and Eddie arranged it for each one of us
As we attended at the Police Club in our olden days fuss
And the table of course trinkets were there
A balmoral, photos and dog collar to declare

Radio 5FL was on the airwaves as the Beach Boys were surfin' again
And Crabbie made his fabled ride with each of us a cheering friend
Remember John and Peter as our mentors when they would grade
Each of us knowing what they did for us would not fade

Roy brought back on film our khaki cadet time
With young men gathered as comrades to remind
Vale to Jerry who was lost to us in those early years
He will always be one of us in laughter and not just our tears

Boycey was telling stories again of a cat and a car
And how we can smile about them now from afar
We wouldn't swap a moment of each year
As we look back at them and how they will endear

There are places we remember and people we hold dear
Of what we should be reminded even though you shed a tear
This reunion made me remember and laughter again was near
As we hold on to these moments that will always be quite clear.


© Paul Warren Poetry