Paul Warren Poems

God's gift to me is I can stand
And drink in the air of this free land
In its soil that grows fresh produce green
That we sell to the world as it is clean
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Another part of my musical life has ended
Glenn Frey is now in Rock Heaven extended
I remember a summer day in seventy-six
At pool party when I heard Hotel California in the mix
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Does life go on like a technicolor dream
Where the characters are full and supple more than they seem
Is the script already written by the time you take a breath
Where some things go beyond your depth
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The bomber flew on in the dark sky
A damaged engine trailed smoke on by
The pilots still sat at the aircraft control
Both died with head wounds in death's poll
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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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I think about the heroes who rocked my soul
Who have made their mark through life's maul
Do you see them as special for their deeds
That they did more in life than meet their needs
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I want to go to the Australian bush
And breath the fresh air as a rush
Just hear the kookaburras sing
And the freedom feeling it will bring
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Is it old wisdom
When seeking aged counsel
Or wisdom of years
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I awoke in the dark
Not knowing what was my part
Black and white was all
Greys fading as down I fall
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What does it matter
If each of your waking moments
Is spent looking up
Waiting and wondering
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