Country Study

colour poem.

Green

Green is the colour of a turtle

Green tastes like lime in your cold drink

Green smells like grass

Green sounds like the green water  

A little piece of my fantasy story

like a portal popped up. I touched it with my finger and then got sucked in the phone and am sitting on a bench in the middle of a prison.

Soldiers then Soldiers Now.

WWI:150 rounds of Ammunition,steel helmet, bayonet, mark 1 lee enfield .303 rifle, full water bottle and carrier, 5kg canvas pack for clothing, 5kg haversack for rations, mess kit, paybook,soap, towel and toothbrush, living conditions - hard rations, muddy dusty, insect infested trenches, recreation - warm meals, rum rations, wine stocks, singalongs and plays, occasional leave.

Today:helmet camera, kevlar helmet, ballistic eyewear and hearing protection, m4a1 rifle, 15kg body armour system, 200 rounds of ammunition, day rations, combat first aid gear, batteries, laptop, webbing, knife, living conditions - hot meals most days, protected or air conditioned huts or tents, recreation - dining facility, barbeques, gyms, satellite tv, movies, laptops.

My favorite Quote

Limerik

There was a boy named Greg

It smelled like egg

It fell in a pond

Found a woad

And now pour Greg is a peg.

MY STREET

My street is usual enough; its has

some houses, fences, a pub, a  league field

And a school.

me and my friends did

what boys do; building huts in the bush with tin

and pungas,

having pinecone wars,

eeling down in the creek (we got a eel as jack was leaving),

playing league at the school for hours and hours,

daring each other to do stupid things.  

dOING NOTHING MUCH

BY KYE THOMSON. INSPIRED BY JAMES K BAXTER