Did you think of your childhood home, Weary?
The wattle down by Sheepwash Creek and the cool,
sludgy feel of mud between your toes?
......The filth, the stained bandages and the blood,
Did you remember the croaking frogs, Weary?
Soft clash of wind racked reeds, a wagtail's
chatter by the old cow-yard, the cawing crows?
...... Hopeless moans of dying men, the strident
Did you recall the smell of the gumleaves,
The acrid drift of bush scrub burning, ploughed earth,
the warm sweet breath of spring-time, Summerlea?
...... Rotting flesh, soured vomit and the stench of
You gave the warmth of a caring heart,
The quiet strength to carry on with dignity through
a living hell, - a healer's skill
...... A man of peace - the soaring spirit none could
Is with us still.