Kokoda Warrior Poem by Paul Warren

Kokoda Warrior

His breathing was becoming laboured
As his time on earth drew to an end he now favoured
Mates he marched with in those terrible days
Were calling him now to come away

Khaki uniform appears on his withered form
A brown slouch hat cocked to the side a norm
Gone now the old bones to younger ones
No more pain his time here now undone

His mates of Kokoda Track were smiling
Happily he joined them no denying
"Hey Georgy mate you in for a beer"
As they left together mates still so very clear.

© Paul Warren Poetry