Paul Warren Poems

Standing with AK 47s too big for them
Knowing how to pull the trigger - do they comprehend?
What it means to be a soldier for today
I used to think it was evil in Satan's sway
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In the old days I would leave home or the office
Knowing that I could be contacted by device
We did not have to know exactly where everyone was
Just getting on and leaving message bank served our cause
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He was crouching at the door
Staring out saying no more
The other soldiers were hurrying
But he was still staring not caring
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For the last two hundred years
We've recorded life in laughter and tears
Photographs now talk to us
At times when memories are a must
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There was an old house in Port Adelaide
With a return veranda as it was made
On the northern end of the veranda sight
There was an old swing for a warm night
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There was a paramedic whose business was saving lives
And going to situations to treat those in peril to help their fight to survive
One day he went to a young lady who had overdosed on illicit heroin
They worked on her at the scene and in the ambulance on the way in
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I remember you now the Summer is through
When the birds fly away and the sky is no longer blue
And the days are shorter whilst the sun wains
Now the weather is colder and chimney smoke gains
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When she gets angry and has to walk away
And can't speak or calm down in my way
They say when she smiles she has a smile
That people say is my smile on her dial
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I remember lining up on the Port road
With flag in hand and excitement sowed
Other school children were standing around
And after the Queen passed we were half-holiday bound
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When reading what a soldier in the Great War had written
On a day before a battle for his love that he was smitten
He wrote of his longing for her and that he was resigned
To what the fates had in store in the next day if not kind
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