Sub Branch President, Chris Keating, filed this report today, 8th October 2005.

"It is October 8th, 2005 and I have received a phone call from a Mr Ted Crawford visiting from Maryborough RSL. Ted had a poem that his wife, an ex AAMWS, had received from a soldier, QX1266 Cpl L J Morrison, who had penned the words. She was nursing Cpl Morrison at Canungra army camp about 1944. Ted wanted to pass it on to me as it was about Burleigh and he felt that we would appreciate it. The poem is titled "Burleigh Heads Blues"

Burleigh Heads Blues

Going through my tunic pockets
Loaded down with weights of lead
Tickets, chits, snaps and dockets
Grim reminders - Burleigh Heads.

Photographs of comely wenches
Gracefully posing, backside benches
Scattered bottles long since dead
Bitter memories - Burleigh Heads.

Swimming, dancing Reds Cross trips
Backing Horses-lousy tips
"Come ye back" the Sheilas said
I'll say we will - Burleigh Heads.

Murwillumbah and Coolangatta
Yank struck dames mad as hatters
"Diggers" seeing colours Red
What a mix up-Burleigh Heads.

Thumbing rides along the roads
Hopping round like ruddy toads
Fish shops where we dined and fed
Duck-In scrubbed - Burleigh Heads.

Mess tent talk exchanging views
Sunday sessions drinking booze
Deeners wasted - hostel beds
Make you hang your Burleigh Heads.

Married dames worst offenders
Dewy parks - Midnight benders
Hubby knocking how we fled
Wrecking homes - Burleigh Heads.

Pay books thin and in confusion
Millionaires! how disillusioned
Could go on but instead
Fare thee well Burleigh Heads.