Police - The one Copper Town
We started night shift in Whyalla town
The sergeant held the muster parade around
We hit the road and started a quiet time
The Sergeant called us in and said find
The Cowell copper who went to a job just out of town
And his wife had called him with with no call back found
We were a hundred kilometres from the call
And left the town with a worry of the Cowell copper's fall
The night was black without a moon in a darkness mode
And there were kangaroos and emus seen on the road
So we tempered worry with caution as we drove on through
Knowing that we were the only ones who would be true
So we went on in the night hoping that it would turn out right
We could both feel the pressure building talking about what might
Happen when we found the copper and for a good outcome made
After an hour on the road we turned into a dusty track as it was graded
We found the copper who had been bailed up by a drunken man
And saved the day when it could have been a more tragic plan.
© Paul Warren Poetry
timely with the one-nurse town Fregon in the news. The cop had a gun I suppose but didn't want to use it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bailed up? Like locked into his car or left tied maybe? Your notes speak the truth. It's on the bravery of dedicated individuals that people are allowed to live safely in seclusion. Good write