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
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