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I was 15 and at school when we did a project about Jambo, we had to write a poem about the incident. My poem was chosen as one of the favourites. So I thought I'd share it with you. This is the oldest poem I have, its 18 years old. Strange thing is Jambo died on my daughters 1st birthday.
God bless you Jambo.
Lisa C Wilkinson
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I sat in my compound sad and depressed
so lonely and tired
day after day just the normal routine
sitting around waiting for them
whoever they are
often when I look around I hear a cry from above
those animals must be scared of me but why? I do no harm
Then it all happened this object fell
I thought it would never land
It let out a shriek as it fell to the ground
and the cry still echoed around me
I guarded him with gentle care
They treat me like King Kong
They thought I was going to hurt this boy
They really were so wrong
So whats the use in trying Jambo
No-one appreciates anything
Lisa C Wilkinson
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