THOUGHTS ON ANZAC MORNING

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Red Gum - I was Only Nineteen

THOUGHTS ON ANZAC MORNING.

I am listening now to the sound of a drum

And the pounding of marching feet

As old soldiers step out once again

And march through our City Street.

The pride is still there as they answer the call

And they are holding their heads up high,

They're older now with bodies more frail

And I look and I wonder and sigh.

There are no Diggers left to mark this day ~

None that fought on that first Anzac Morn 

But still we remember them with pride

And cherish the medals worn.

War follows war and still we fight on

Looking for peace in our world,

Sadly my friend I think you will find

That the flag of peace remains furled.

The pattern is set to mark this day

And every year we celebrate

The Digger in his Slouch Hat

Marching side by side with his Mate.

The uniforms no longer fit

As young men have become much older,

The steps are slow and faltering

And life becomes much colder.

Relatives are marching for those who fell

With pride and love so strong

And the younger of more recent wars

Are also marching along.

Forgotten men of a forgotten war

But I don't think this is the case,

I look at them and feel gratitude

When I see the pride on each face.

So as this day comes around 

And year follows year

Remember the men and the women

Who fought both the war and the fear.

Give thanks for all who suffered

And thanks for those who stayed home

To keep the "home fires burning"

Army and Airforce and those who sailed the foam.

© Linda J. Vaughan

Anzac Day - 25th. April 2011