Moving in a single line formation
Through a ‘tang rasta’
Keeping a sharp eye out
on approaching a Built up Area
The party commander signals his team
Who quickly take position
Quick march to measured movement,
their steps in unison
Some children watch in silent wonder;
these magicians’ sleight of hand,
a neat little bag, camouflaged of course,
disappearing just as planned!
The men folk too surreptitiously watch;
a buddy pair slink into the thicket
while the rest of the team take up position,
establishing their pickets
In the silence of the eve...
Much to the chagrin of the elders;
two children bound towards the thicket
as troops watch from their shelters.
There, a muffled smoke emanates,
From a discreetly lit fire.
A while now it’s been
and the consequences could be dire...
But just in a few moments,
two cherubs emerging, we see,
Grinning a toothy smile
Clutching a cup of tea