Paul Warren Poems

Police - The one Copper Town

We started night shift in Whyalla town
The sergeant held the muster parade around
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Would the world be the same
If there was no tragedy in the game
Would we all just be able to sit and contemplate
And wonder at the world and what we make
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Why don't they listen
Do they feel that they are right
So that you don't count!
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Why don't they listen
Do they feel that they are right
So that you don't count!
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How did you end your days they may at last say
Was it as easy as slipping off asleep as you drift away
Or was it with some suffering that you had to endure
When the time was a struggle and death was something to implore
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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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Brown, red, beige and yellow are the colours
Of Australia as you travel and will discover
It is a wide brown land in sun baked glory
On each day as it starts its individual story
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Wash your face and eyes
So you can see the beauty of the sky
Take a deep breath
So you can smell the pretty flower's depth
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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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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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