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Anzac Day

Being April 25th 2015 the year Australia & New Zealand celebrate 100yrs since the landing of their troops on Gallopli and also all troops who have served their countries and paid the ultimate sacrifice, both in blood and with their lives, but have defended the cause of freedom and liberty.

I thought I would post here some poems that reflect this day. One of them I have had in my quote collection for a long time, written by Paul Lowe, who is known as the Digger Poet. And the others I have collected just today, One of them written by a friend of mine, Bruce West, and the other by Paul Hunter, written in 2014, which I call the Red Poppy.

The Heart of an Australian Soldier

I once was a soldier, young and strong
When I answered the call of the bugle’s song
And I sailed away from Australia’s shore
Then soon I tasted the fruits of war
While beside me, many a mate fell
As we fronted up to the gates of hell
And I wondered how long I’d be heaven blessed
Before I top, would be laid to rest
Yet all this time I longed to dwell
Back in the land I loved so well
Back in that country girt by sea
Back to Australia, proud and free
There was the home I longed to be
Yet should my time on earth be done
Then I’d take my turn with the Holy One
I’ll tell Saint Peter what he’d know
That a digger’s heart’s not white as snow
But at some fierce hour in his life’s short span
He may have acted as a man

Paul Lowe (Digger Poet)

I WATCHED THE MARCHING SOLDIERS

AS THEY MOVED ON DOWN THE STREET

I SAW THE SUN SHINE BRIGHTLY

FROM THE BOOTS UPON THEIR FEET

ONE CALLED OUT TO HIS BROTHER

WHO WAS WATCHING FROM THE STREET

ANOTHER KISSED HIS MOTHER

AS A TEAR ROLLED DOWN HER CHEEK.

I STOOD & WATCHED THE SOLDIERS

AS THEY MARCHED TO WHO KNOWS WHERE

THEIR UNIFORMS PRESSED NEATLY

BAND MUSIC FILLED THE AIR

A SOLDIER BROKE FORMATION

& STOOD BEFORE ME THERE

I GAVE A QUICK SALUTE

THEN HE TOSSED ME IN THE AIR.

I STILL REMEMBER SMILING

AS HE KISSED MY MOTHER DEAR

HIS MATES HAD ALL STOPPED MARCHING

AS THEY GAVE A MIGHTY CHEER.

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I WATCHED THE TIRED SOLDIER

AS HE WALKED ALONG THE STREET

THERE WAS NO SHINE TO SEE

FROM THE WORN BOOTS ON HIS FEET

HIS UNIFORM WAS DIRTY

HIS SLOUCH HAT IN HIS HAND

MOST OF HIS MATES HAD FALLEN

NOW BURIED IN FOREIGN LANDS.

I WATCHED THE LONLEY SOLDIER

AS HE SLOWLY WALKED AWAY

I WANTED TO CALL OUT

BUT I KNEW NOT WHAT TO SAY.

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I HEARD THE BUGAL PLAYING

AS THE SUN CAME UP TODAY

I WATCHED THE PEOPLE MARCHING

IN THE STREETS THIS ANZAC DAY

FOR THOSE WHO FOUGHT FOR FREEDOM

SO MANY YEARS AGO

LET THEM NOT BE FORGOTTEN

I MISS MY FATHER SO.

                                                                                    Bruce West

The Red Poppy

I am not a badge of honour,

I am not a racist smear,

I am not a fashion statement,

To be worn but once a year,

I am not glorification

Of conflict or of war.

I am not a paper ornament

A token,

I am more.

I am a loving memory,

Of a father or a son,

A permanent reminder

Of each and every one.

I’m paper or enamel

I’m old or shining new,

I’m a way of saying thank you,

To every one of you.

I am a simple poppy

A Reminder to you all,

That courage faith and honour,

Will stand where heroes fall.

                                               Paul Hunter 2014

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