by Dan Fry | Nov 20, 2011 | Poetry
I wish I owned a pie shop, I’d fill it full of meat Big pies, small pies, pies you’d think were neat Chicken, ham and mushroom, beef and peas in stew Golden crisp and savoury, pies for me and you Lots of sticky gravy, great dollops of mash Mixing in the chunks with...
by Dan Fry | Nov 20, 2011 | Poetry
A Summer’s breeze A Winter’s night A Spring leaf An Autumn bright These are the things I no longer see, due to the things that haunt me A torn limb, shattered bones, broken dreams and awful wounds Why should one forego these scenes? Learn again to live your dreams...
by Dan Fry | Nov 17, 2011 | Poetry
Bootnecks start the fight The Para’s eagle flight ATO’S prep the rounds While tankies churn the ground Drop shorts bring the might MP’s oversee the night Blades sneaking through the lines When JTAC’S watch the skies The Rupert’s read the map Chunkies build the camp...
by Dan Fry | Nov 17, 2011 | Poetry
Your cold and wet and shiver As you crawl through the bush Hungry and confused as you try not to rush Creep past the gate, don’t set off the light You’d seal your fate with one mistake and ruin your whole damn night You’ve worked so hard to cross the yard and now...
by Dan Fry | Nov 17, 2011 | Poetry
Bugs bunny and Daffy sat under a tree Bug’s said to Daffy “why d’you sit with me?” Daffy looked him in the eyes as he turned to his pal “Don’t you realise bunny, its duck hunting season now”
