I first met Benny years ago, we went to the same school, Loyalty, Trust and Friendship was our motto’s rule.

Chubby was a Pusser, I’d known for many years We’d catch up every Anzac Day and down too many beers

We pray for all our heroes and the blood that they have shed, That’s why my darling grandchild, THE POPPY IS SO RED.”

I recall the day I met him, when I went to read my poem About the Anzac spirit, at the

When the government deploys you, to perform some dodgy task You tell your folks. “Secret Squirrel”. In other words. “Don’t

I wondered why we settled here, in the land that time forgot When it comes to nasty fauna, this place

Based on a true event I remember my dear old teacher, who often made the call “Heads  down and bums