Anzac Stories

We hear the stories quite clears Of ANZACs and their families quite dear As we will remember each one And the deeds that cannot be undone They march on into history now Thousands marching in lines unbowed For country and for fallen mates As each no doubt contemplating their fate What memories are left of them to find There’s Longstaff’s Menin Gate at Midnight painting devine Or poppies blowing red on Flanders Fields And Ware’s cities of the dead on ground unyielded April 25 each year as our remembrance comes They march on again as one And a haunting melancholia grasps me Of new conflicts and sacrifice you see. © Paul Warren Poetry