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This poem is one of my earliest attempts at playing around with Iambic tetrameter. It was inspired by listening to Colonel (ret.) "Moose" Dunlop and his daughter who were interviewed for an ABC radio segment on the effects of PTSD on soldiers and their families.

The one line that stuck in my head was a comment that Dunlop made about being back in Australia after the war had ended and finding himself subconsciously scanning the treeline for enemy combatants while at the park with his children.

The repeated line "I watch(ed) for Demons.." is an attempt to focus the reader on being in a hyper alert state and to demonstrate the longevity of the trauma caused by this.

I watch for Demons

4fb6320ff0e5e6ee10bd5840afdbc266by Sean Wright29 Nov 2013

My eyes along the tree line fall,
It is no idle pastime though;
No pleasant thoughts do I recall.
I watch for demons dressed in green.

My children play, as children do,
With fingers pointed, thumbs cocked back.
I played this game till it came true;
I watched for demons dressed in green.

My wife against the rising light
Holds up a child. With thought I'm struck
Of ancient Abram's mournful plight.
I watch for demons dressed in green.

A call I answered long ago.
In foreign soils my blood is sown.
The price was paid (I thought it so).
I watched for demons dressed in green.

And Christ-like is the ledger square?
Or do my children fear me too
As shades of green, my actions bare?
I watch for demons dressed in green.

A sacrifice, I made for life
And though those men in green lie dead
And arguments my only strife,
I watch for demons dressed in green.

A silent cohort are we all
And only death will end our charge.
My eyes along the tree line fall.
I watch for demons dressed in green.