It Was Fun Poem by Gert Strydom
It Was Fun
It was great fun,
to be with parra bats
in a camp.
Those men
know no fear
(and any reason)
and every one
wanted to take a beret,
to claim fourteen days furlough.
Still cooking water runs
and glowing irons hit
the attacking parras back,
and chains fly
twisting through the air.
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