VIDOVIC, Zoran

Brook Street, the park,

for a kick and a mark

I remember the day,

you first came to play.

The little new aussie,

with a smile of excitement

The beginning of friendships,

you knew what it meant.

From that day,

when our paths crossed

The world was brighter,

but now it is lost.

A chuckle, a story,

a welcoming grin

Zoran, my friend,

they better let you in.

John Burns and family