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Our defence line is assembling
                                                              An army unlike any before
                                                              There is a new breed of soldier
                                                              Bravely advancing to the fore

                                                              Ambos, nurses and doctors
                                                              Have replace warriors bearing arms
                                                              Mental health workers needed
                                                              With their comforting charms
                                                              Dedicated scientists
                                                              In laboratory gowns of white
                                                              These modern day “Boffins”
                                                              Are researching day & night
                                                              Volunteers step up once more
                                                              All willing and eager to share
            The Keeper                                        Making unselfish offerings
                                                              To march in the Army of Care
          of the Gate                                         Behind highlighted scenes
                                                              Growing support for frontline troops
                                                              Nourishment and medical supplies
                                                              Provided by other essential groups
        He sleeps beside the second gate, ‘neath the shade of the iron bark,  But our Nation’s greatest strength
        To record his loss, a wooden cross had left its caring mark,  Comes from those who self-isolate
        A tiny fragile monument ‘mongst the leaf and the sand upturned,  Forgoing the pleasures of society
        Above the grave where the trees take air to sing… an anthem to a   To protect stranger, family, mate
          warrior dog called King.
                                                              So in the coming years ahead
        He’d earned his spurs on a patch of turf on a stepped rectangle’s core,  When we give thanks on ANZAC Day
        Alert, on guard, through the star crossed yard… and when the sun   Remember those who fought COVID-19
          rifled down the bore,                               And the sacrifices our civilians had to pay
        He knew every blade in the back yard, where the boundaries
          unfenced, led,                                             ©  Tony Caswell (The Goodna Gunna) 12/04/2020
        Every ochred dot in the house brickwork… every sheet in the big   I normally have the honour of doing a poem for Goodna State School on the 24th and sometimes the same or another
          iron shed.                                          one for the Goodna ANZAC Day service on the 25th April.  As no service this year I will send it to Joy Moroney, Secretary
                                                              of Goodna RSL Branch, and she can forward it to whoever she wishes.  Hope someone gets something from it . Thanks
        His bright bold heart would carve a path in a family’s prime aorta,  to Wendy, my wife, who encouraged me to get out of bed and jot down the thoughts I had running through my head.
        Through Greg and Bronnie and their three sons… and Cody, their
          only daughter,
        In tune with the bigger picture, alarmed when the kids were late,  CAN YOU KEEP THE PACE
        Fireball… furball… playmate… lethal Keeper of the Gate.
        Alive to the threat of fang or force, and the clink of every leaf that fell,
        Aligned to the lessons that the teachers stirred when Greenbank   They try to tell us we’re getting craggy and old
                                                                 “You better slow down”, is the message we’re told
          rang her bell,                                         “Take it easy, relax, sit down and rest,
        And then in sad procession from his fiercely guarded loam,  listen to us, because for you, we know what is best”
        The patron saint of the great gate keepers had called the big bloke
          home,                                                  Do they think they know what is on our mind?
        And there with the Southern Cross in flight, I sensed by the gate a   Is it they, or us, who are going blind?
          guiding light,                                         Why should we be the ones to take it slow?
        A peaceful, all-encompassing thing… a mantle of safety… instilled   While our love of life continues to grow
          by a King.
                                                                 For we have climbed our mountains to conquer nearly all
                                                                 Whereas those following could stumble and fall
                                                                 Don’t they know we have the wisdom to advice?
                                                                 If they only ask, they too may make it over the rise
        AUSTRALIA IS AT WAR                                      Some say we are in the twilight of our years
                                                                 With memories of happiness, joy, hardship and tears

                                                                 So try and keep pace with us, is our dare, to the young
        “Australia is at war”                                    But there are still challenges to face and songs to be sung
        Our leaders daily declare                                    ©  Tony Caswell (TC The Goodna Gunna) 18/09/1999
        We are being invaded
        By a poisonous touch and air                          Presented  at a function for Senior Citizens Week at the old Goodna RSL 3/10/1999 after being asked by a member if
                                                              I would do a few poems for them.  It has become a sort of a trademark poem whenever I do a show for the “Oldies”
        Coronavirus is the new found enemy                    TC 20/11/2005
        It attacks through deadly stealth
        It has taken away our freedom                                        a|b
        It has crippled our country’s wealth
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