by | Dec 8, 2007 | Poetry | 0 comments

New Shiny boots and Sailor suits
Another bunch of raw recruits

New Friend for life or a good mate
We marched together through the gate.

Our troubled minds began to roam
As we had in our heads, fond thoughts of home

These thoughts of loved ones, no one could rob
Laying in our beds with silent sobs

Some Good Days came and some times fun
And even Kye and a Sticky Bun

Climbing the mast, the wind at your back
On the Assault course and down at the track

Hang from the wall bars for PT, in fear
Sailing the boats, scrubbing out on the pier

Long leave comes along, at last
Last look at the gates, last look at the mast

Its not that bad at all, you would make us believe
The Gates look the best when you’re going on leave


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