The Crocodile Hunter
He was in large life a force of nature
and in barbed death a martyr to the cause.
Leaping madly on some croc or gator
wrestling its mighty ancient tail and jaws.
A call to action for all to conserve
that which threatens to be forever lost -
to champion, protect, cherish and preserve
knowing in the end all life has a cost!
There is in Beerwah a place I avouch
where the kid Croc Hunter grew as a child,
and returned a sick joey to its pouch
and learned to love the demon crocodile.
If ever I see a ghost in khaki
I shall muse of one man and yell “Crikey!”.
Written: October 2006
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