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Outback Souls

Close 'round the crackling fire we three,
with sweet acacia in the air - 
tell stories of Gallipoli
and digger's bond of friendship there.

We laughed and shared like family
with roof and walls of stars our home - 
tracker Wiley, Henry and me
on highland edge of bushland dome.

But now across the outback trail
away from Henry's place of rest,
near to where he fell and failed
with bloody head against my chest.

We slowly lead his faithful mount
through clear streams where spirits flow
and tales the bushman mates recount,
the final sail of mateship souls.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 5/14/2019 7:56:00 PM
Hi Craig : You have captured the feeling of mateship that soldiers share and the tragic saga of war and it’s aftermath. A great read, SuZ
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Date: 1/30/2019 9:58:00 PM
Gallipoli! Never was there a sadder waste of men -- and so unnecessary, based on faulty intelligence and underestimating the enemy. It's always the common soldier who suffers most: exposed, dying, what must be his last thoughts, as he goes? Of Home? Of family? Anyway, this beautiful piece just takes me right IN to the experience. Bravo! (If I may say so...)
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craig cornish
Date: 1/31/2019 7:05:00 AM
Thanks so much Andrew!
Date: 1/22/2019 8:13:00 AM
This reminds me of falling in love with poetry. Reads like a timeless classic. Impressive piece Craig :)
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craig cornish
Date: 1/22/2019 1:03:00 PM
You're awesome Maureen - thank you!