Where the Australians Lie
He enlisted with his great mates
And embarked with his life left to fate
To Egypt and its desert sands
Training hard at the Army Heads commands
He was at The Landing at Gallipoli
Battling the Turks in Shrapnel Gully
Until he took a piece in his back when doing his best
And to Egypt for treatment and to convalesce
He went to one of the new battalions when they were formed
To England and Salisbury Plain as was the norm
Enduring the Bull Ring then to the Front Line
Finally falling at Pozieres where the German artillery was not kind
They buried him on the broken battlefield
On the ground that he refused to yield
And his papers recorded a postscript lastly meant
“Where the Australians lie” in soil
cared with reverence.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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