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Dan Fry

Poetry

MEMORIES

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 Cooling…
Dan Fry
20th November 2011
Poetry

BUSINESS AS USUAL

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…
Dan Fry
20th November 2011
Poetry

STEALTH

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…
Dan Fry
17th November 2011
Poetry

A B C

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 Scaley’s man the net REME…
Dan Fry
17th November 2011
Poetry

OPEN SEASON

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”
Dan Fry
17th November 2011
Poetry

20,000 FT

Falling through the clouds, tumbling in the air Jumping from 20,000, with style, grace and flair Any sane person would think you’ve lost the plot but experience, skill and patience let you dust down on the spot Jump from the back, on green lights flashing bright As you dive off…
Dan Fry
16th November 2011
Poetry

WAR IS HELL

War is hell A former shell Of the man I used to be I’ve seen it all, bullets, bombs, burning cars Sights to make you stop and stare Now I’m back home, who seems to care? Another bloke roaming round town Searching rooftops Avoiding the shops Waiting for the enemy…
Dan Fry
15th November 2011
Poetry

WARRIOR MEN

Stand tall, stand firm, stand here, stand now We’re brave we’re bold we’re warriors of old with gold in our hearts and sweat on our brow We’ll fight and we’ll scrap, shoot and kick back, just remember what we gave today Our lives not yours to continue your years, a…
Dan Fry
13th November 2011
Poetry

GRAIN OF SAND

A grain of sand in a lifeless land as far as the eye can see It’s been a week, with no relief, won’t you come and set me free How I wish a plane would land, according to plan and take me away from here but my luck’s run out,…
Dan Fry
13th November 2011
Poetry

The Fallen

When the sun rises I will feel no warmth When the wind blows I will feel no breeze Falling rain will not chill me Dark nights I shall not fear Medals sent to my family A flag at half mast to remember me No more reason to be bold as…
Dan Fry
7th November 2011