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The courage of this lad inspires me still. A courage reinforced a year or so later when Robin walked miles in the darkness for help after a truck accident, his uncle trapped in the vehicle. He received a medal from the NSW Governor's wife. ''Do you mind if I kiss you?''
" I'd kiss a spider to get my medal!''
We trod the dusty path home from school, mottled
with casuarina shadows.
Gurgling ripples gave way to deep pools, my brother
Khaki Campbell ducks brought chuckles.
Tipping back their heads,
water dripped from beaks, filtered, from their prey.
One day at the brook, a back-cast. The hook snagged
our friend in the base of his thumb. Dad frowned.
Reckon you could hold still, while I open it up a bit?
Robin nodded, gritting his teeth. At nine he didn’t
utter a sound, while Daddy’s sharpest
pocket knife sliced into flesh.
Blood flowed. I watched and howled.
Well, done, son it’s out.
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