I was speaking with a fellow SA police officer who looked back
When working with aborigine police aides in the Outback
He said one day on an extended patrol away from base
An aborigine police aide came to him in a state of wide eyed grace
The man told him that he had to get back home
That his brother was sick and in death nearly gone
He was so insistent that he used the radio to find out
If the police at Ernabella could find out what it was all about
The Ernabella police finally tracked his brother down
Who was sick in the Bush and brought him back for treatment into town
This was before mobile or satellite phones and it was impossible to know
That his brother was crook and on death's bed as the go.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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