The Bullecourt Digger

I stopped looking up at him standing so tall And I wondered how they stood to the end of it all When it was mud and blood that ruled the day And the cannon and machine guns held sway I felt I could see them standing watching me Laconically leaning on the wall now carefree For they had paid a price so cruel For us Lest we Forget the rule He looks across the fields at Bullecourt Standing forever eyes toward the foe as his reward So if you venture to the Western Front way Go and say from us all Good-aye. © Paul Warren Poetry