Swanny Poem by Mike Berriman

We gather to mourn our companion of late
Swanny was a golfer, a brother our mate
Gidday Mikey he would say, maybe stop for a drink
Pragmatic in life, he lived life in the pink.

In golf as in life, he had good and bad strokes
He said what he thought, a bloke among blokes
The last of his life he ran out of luck
To Swanney that's life, he had barrels of pluck.

We heard him on fairways, swinging, swiping and swearing
A look at his face, a cigarette he's wearing
Opinions he voiced with no apology or charm
An argument with Swanny would do you no charm.

A modern day Yeti with thick silver hair
Greg was a character, known almost everywhere
His eulogy should begin ' you were more honest than most'
And the finishing line should end with a toast.

A toast to a man, his duty to serve
Proud to have soldiered, he had guts he had nerve
Never a quitter, or whinger or dag
But a real Aussie hero lies under our flag.