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Faith April Poems | Faith Poems About April

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Details | Lyric |

While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |


On Manhattan's West Side...
You descend ancient stairs
You've crossed the Drive
River Side Drive
Expect to float on air of beauty.

Cherry blossoms pink won't wink
They'll courtesy as you walk, jog, bike
Their fragrance light and airy
Suffuse each path paved smooth
Sloped path leads to arched cemented canopy
As ancient as view
The Hudson embraces you
A garden path with bright flowers 
Will warm your heart
The young, the old, those in between
They live for such scenes
Sky, trees, mound overlooking New Jersey
The Hudson River is where I met my honey.


Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose |


They say the sun shines on the skin of a goddess her hair dark filled with flowers and her skin of silk,
When you see her don't let her go she will treat u like a god and run her silk hands against the ruffness of your skin she will show u the right way to enlightenment her eyes golden brown so deep you can get lost she can see right through you and know the depth of your soul she will speak words so smooth softer then the wind 
Skin so smooth the sun follows her every move.

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.


Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |


The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.

21 February 2013

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...

it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |

Close your eyes and dream with me

Close your eyes and dream with me

the way things are suppose to be

the Love inside will set us free.

Close your eyes and dream with me

the way things are suppose to be

the burdens we carry lets share today

Lets do things in our Lords way.

Close your eyes and dream with me

lets walk in the way He made us to be.

Close your eyes and hear His voice

things are crazy in this world of pain

close your eyes and let Him lead

also help me see His truth in me.

My life bounces back and forth

close your eyes and dream with me

on how things are suppose to be.

Help us Lord to live free

in your way,please reveal

Your heart to me.

Close your eyes and dream with me

Take my hand and walk with me

to the ends of the earth

show our true worth

His love in us,

this is the way its suppose to be.

Close your eyes and dream with me.

Written by:©Betty Bolden

Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

The Lost Girl

Breaking me down , With every word they say .

Breaking me down , Til i start to hate my self for being different .

Tell my self either i have to be nice or be a hoe , So this group of girls can like me or this boy but i am not being my self though ,

Following the crowd because i don't know who i am yet , Following the crowd soon i will for get ...Me .

The person i see everyday in the mirror aint me thought , She is just some basic girl trying to fit in and the only way she dose that is by pretending .

Like this is a movie and she just trying to play he part .

On the out side she looks cool , But this world is picking her apart .

She trying not to explode , But everyone thinks they know who she is but they don't .

Telling all these fake story , but when the time to confront comes they become a ghost .

They are no where to be found , But they don't know that these words are breaking her down making her hate her self .

And she's seeking for help but there is no one to help her , So she scream at the top of her lungs Help ! Help !Help , She is becoming some one else ! Help ! Help ! Help !

And she wait and she wait , But no one comes , No one because she ran the all off .

But all she can think about is what her mother told her , baby girl  that mouth going to get you in to some big trouble ... !

But she never listen , This young girl caught up in the world , Not knowing what she want . Really knowing nothing at all . Realized something , That is she if started to think it might just save her life.

And she argues with her self i do think and her self answer why don't you think twice .

And when you do think why don't you think about what is going to happen tomorrow no just at that second .

Why don't you think about you future , You claim you got one but at this rate i see you not having one , I dont even know if i see you alive . Unless you can change for the better , Unless you can change .

Its not  always the people AROUND you sometime the problem can be your self .

And she knew that , and after she ask for forgiveness and ask for gods help .

She stated on the journey to finding HER SELF !

-April Jones


Copyright © April Jones | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

The Passing of Time


It was a warm April day, early in Spring
My mind sharply aware of everything 
I heard the buzz of a bee on new spring flowers
I heard birds chirping – I listened for hours

I heard the whine of a small plane in the blue
And thought, for a moment, I'd like to fly too
As my thoughts soar along on this beautiful day
I blinked, only once, and then it was May

I marveled at this and knew only too soon
That in the twinkling of an eye, it would be June 
How quickly time flies when we look at events
We wonder and ponder just where the time went

There suddenly seems to be a chill in the air
The leaves have fallen – the trees are all bare
We gather the family for Thanksgiving Day
And know that Christmas is not far away

But what's that I hear, as my thoughts start to spin
It's that bee in the flowers buzzing again
Where did the time go?  I ask myself
I wish I could keep it in a box on a shelf

But time marches on, and days fly away
And we must realize that time cannot stay
Each day can not be the same as the last
There's a future beyond us and a time that has passed

As you're reading these words, written some time ago
There's something I wish you all to know
On earth, time will end for you and for me
But in Heaven with our Lord, it's for eternity

	Curtis Moorman
	3 April 2005

Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2010

Details | Light Poetry |

Winsome April Day

A pale of spreading green
Fresh from earth’s inner need
Where she keeps her secrets
Talking to all green things
On some winsome April day
Unfurl your new banners
Against the lingering grey
Unhinge the sun, chase the shade
Freshen the sweet air
And let the smiling breezes blow
Soft, supple reaching heavenward
Fingers of green bud, break open
Into canopies cover, hover,                                                                                            Azure shells make spring birds,
and all the leafy creatures that                                                                                    Surround soft supple shades                                                                                        
For the world has turned ‘round again.

Copyright © James Gibbons | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

The Man in the Moon

A reflection of moonlit innocence. Once, happy days were like sand slipping through my fingers. I could not keep hold. I was only a girl. In the darkness of night, the man in the moon smiled down on me. Never alone or cold was I in the light. Though the world cannot protect a child from pain, the moon still smiles providing respite in the night. The child within thanks the moon for his warm smile. A reflection of stolen innocence, a face veiled in fear given peace by the moon's glow, a security blanket in the twinkle of stars. I prayed for peace in a place of broken souls and God showed His face in a shining moon. I pray for a thousand years of love in moonlight. I still shed tears for the girl but no longer fear. The man in the moon still smiles, a constant in an unpredictable world. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 9, 2012 Fifth place in April Poem contest (PD)

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |


hello! hey! boungiorno! what is the date?/
this world of dimensions created duality/
no letters/ no words/ are enough to express/
someone like you/ in reality/

i filled all your emptines/ MY still quiet bay/
as Jhon opened world in his Yoko/
you searched perfect princes/ looked for "right him"/
now at only one overman looking/

i swear/ i will hold you/ as much as i can/
would become all the axes/ and outer space/
voice is speared by the screaming wind/
falling down/ flakes to your place/

going crazy just seeing your knees/
don't regret anything/ my Benito/
unbelievable/ perfect/ unbearable/
you whisper/ "la comedia e finita"//

Copyright © Ilya Emelin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epyllion |

Thoughts of April

No clouds in sight
Yet no clear days yet
Believe in what’s right 
Which means loving you from the day we met

I feel the sun
Warmth I can’t explain
Only one other place, bar none
Where I can feel the same

The light you shine
Heals my wounds
From the worlds filth and grime
In the dark, you’re my moon

The gift you’ve given me
To live out my journey 
Guidance, strength, and love is key
For hopes, dreams, and wishes I see

Freedom with your heart
I’ve never wished for more
Never want to ever part
For my love for you is deep into my core

Copyright © Amber Boillot | Year Posted 2008

Details | I do not know? |

New Beginnings April 1998

Like a garden path,
Life has many turns
Bringing forth new beginnings
And new friends
We hold on lovingly
To old ones,
Like the sweet jasmine on the walls.
Renewing boarders with flowers,
Scents and colours,
The joy of which we are yet to know.

Copyright © Denise Doe | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse |

Calling You

Too far by miles
Thence too close to my heart
Lots of stories to share with you
With buckets of tears
and a glass of smiles
With myraid of unfulfilled wishes
and one win over several busts
I pretend if you were here
As it is time
I need your presence
before April ends
and month May begins
For me with ocean of tears.
I need to rest
Am tired of being a living mortal
Too much to squall
and little of being a playing marionette
With you I will find an existence of mine
Please come back to your motherland
As I pretend you to be here
As it is already time
that I need your shadow
To see my own essence of life
before April ends
and month May begins
For me with hell of curses and fears. 
I need to breathe
Am exhaling smokes of being a corpse
Too much of flames
and so lean of being of the open sky
With you can fly to the heaven
Your presence here can make my wings spread
As I already pretend you to be here
To feel my own reliance
I need your feathers to build my nest
But when April ends
and month May begins
Without your presence
I will be shedding my eminence.

Note: This poem is dedicated to my friend Angshumala Goswami

Copyright © Swairik Das | Year Posted 2012

Details | Prose |

Tears In Silent Words

She was turning back
The sigh is so deep
And the silence is deafening.
While she's leaving home,
She hates bidding goodbye
But those who love her noticed
The tears in her silent words

Copyright © Edgar R. Eslit | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |



Admitting that I don’t 
Still care even though it’s not fair
to be without everything
that made me 
exactly what it was to feel
what it was to be real
and now I don’t care anymore

Like the hands on a clock change 
Arms roll loose and free
Never knowing what to grab
Or to even believe in me
To catch a fall from a distance
Even though it’s right next to me
You still can’t believe 
I’d be there for every instance

Rollin like eyes on a face 
too bad the smile’s fake 
showing  mistakes
never seeing through to the truth 
but the words can’t lie 
when it makes the features
turn, to a painful time

Cause the thought remains				
Of how it’s never the same									       How I changed my ways
In these turbulent days
I can’t face now what’s in store
Cause there’s always gonna be that much more
Waiting, and hiding, 
Behind every curve
Like the moonlight
Sitting on the edge of your nerves
Shattering hopes and dreams
And revealing what’s not anymore

When the light shines green
its just to deceive
Even though it’s against
Everything you’ve seen
It’s dark 
Inside the heart
Filled with stains from yesterday’s rain
Leaving what’s left in the distance
And never feeling what’s real anymore
Try to look past the stage, of the rage
Knowing full well that
In this world we dig our own graves

Take me, I can not fight myself
Stretching, a life’s worth is just too much
Saddening, to run from my old self
Causing, a stigma in my eyes 

You hear a chime
Lost in age, 
A match to a time
Before May
When everything was safe

Take everything with a grain of salt cause
In the end it’s no one’s fault
Like assault
On a memory fading in the wind
No matter what it’s still a sin
Just roll with the punches kid
It’ll all turn round in the end

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Outside Qingming

Storing many years of waiting
Gambling with my neighbors
I bet my descendants will team up to come
This year they won’t miss
Nurtured in my arms, my children
will bring baskets
a vintage, a fresh food

After the sun awoke up
Moss-paved paths rang
Oh, my heart bounced eagerly

(The sun skewed…)

Gripped by thousands of my yearn 
I saw tides come and go
Burning swiftly, the ghost of money
was temptation; was grey happiness 
Scattered over my neighbors’ chest 
where weeds were pulled out

Rowed out from my veins 
My children didn’t come
Shards of rain seemed to cry

•Qingming Festival is the East Asian lunar holiday .
it usually begins around 4 or 5 April and ends around 20 April.
Dduring these days, relatives gather in graveyard to worship their ancestor.

Copyright © H.Y. FU | Year Posted 2016

Details | Didactic |

Making a Difference April 3 2011

Listen, feel it, as you take it all in,
process it, accept it, then file it all away.
After all that it is then you will make a difference,
follow your heart quided by God,
he will never lead you astray.

After overcoming a terrible tragedy,
and you are strong enough to survive the pain.
Your reward will be the ability to perform wonderful miracles,
leading the lost through the pouring rain.

Such goodness that is coming straight from the heart,
will be your ultimate reward.
Lend support, passion leads to a response,
you are right on your path, just keep moving forward.

If you need a little bit of wisdom and advice,
just ask with a generous voice.
Be strong and courageous never discouraged or afraid,
you will know in your heart how to make the right choice.

Something that may seem small to you,
could be your biggest life changing experience.
You quardian angels will show you the way,
suddenly it will all make sense.

Following God's path he has chosen for you,
the outcome will be magical.  
A new sense of control that you now have,
with your life now complete and full.

God's simple touch of your soul, 
will release those chains seetting you free.
Just close your eyes and relax,
seeing only beauty, peace and serenity.

Finally you have reached your destination,
and the gate keeper joyfully opens the gate.  
Lavish in your blessing, enjoy your rewards,
you are finally free from the darkness you hate.

Copyright © Priscilla Larson | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |



I didn't know you very well April.
You were the start of spring,
The beginning of new things.
Offering a time for transition,
expressing a sweet song for broken men,
showing that what had withered away once could grow again.
April, I sit here now and think of you as me.
You are the most certain uncertainty.
Your chill passes as wind thru my cotton tee.
Your chill is me rushing thru those I've treated improperly.   
Your overcast sky is heavy like my regrets.
It has encompassed my every individual action and step.
Drenching my precious days as I stood wet,
your rain fills the wrinkles of this face I cant forget.
But April, I'm moving away from the mirror, far too long consumed,
and stepping outside with you waiting for the flowers to bloom.
April, your sun is dynamic when you show it.
It is very much like mine within me and I know it.
It turns me completely inside out,
Still fierce with fire under that bed of grey doubt.
Still hot as a lover's passion when it parts the storm clouds to shine.
Yes April I am assured that your sun is much like mine.
So April I do, I see. 
In your light is where I need to be.
This is where I need to focus.
Hopeful now for I know that nothing is hopeless.
It is here and now that I raise my head
from the muck and mire of years past dead.
Here and now clawing mud from the pit of my eyes to see.
April my statement is that Im going to be free.
Like your sun sometimes immaculate in the sky,
Im going to live more for me and be free or die.
I accept the responsibility of success, so I'll try.
And will rest my weary thoughts without inquiring into why?
Why?   Why? Why it all came to be as it did.
I don't know but the best I can do is change how I live.
I wont be selling my cherished ideals,
Im no longer poor.
I wont be pawning off my outbursts
for a cheap pop no more.
Because I need more. More baby, more.
And I know where I need to go.
To kick-start my throbbing heart,
I'm digging back to my roots to grow.
So while your leaves stream upward
and tulips glow from their bulbs,
I'll stand outside myself again, 
fully content to be exposed.
April, I can grow with you now, knowing that I know,
I left myself behind a long time ago.  
But that's o.k.,  somehow i'm thinking WOW! 
I've always dwelled somewhere other than here and now. .
I'm here now though, its crazy,
I sense that I may be fine.
For the love I lost has found me again, 
revealing it's almighty face in mine.

Copyright © teddy burke | Year Posted 2008

Details | Tail-rhyme |


My future is in my hands 
Iam afraid of the dark ,just as much as i fear... 
as i fear the one from above .
I dont know what the day of tommor is goin to bring
But my hops is high .
Whether iam iam goin live till ninety or die tomorrw 
Where ill be five years from now i wouldnt know 
But i ...
I know i want to be free 
Free of all lost memorys 
Free of all the pain
Free of all the burdens i carry
Free of myself .

Copyright © Weydene Winster | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

Silent Whispers

Silent whispers scatter all round me 
Crowding me in making it hard to breathe 
Making me choke on all of the sin that I have committed
Making me weak 
making me come down to my knees
Praying in my head “OH GOD OH GOD PLEASE SPARE ME”
Save me from all of this agony 
Maybe I don’t deserve it because I brought it to myself 
but I was a child I didn't know the out come could be so persist 
Playing with fire was fun until I got burned 
And no I may not have any scars or buries 
But the thing that I had to see was everything crashing and crumbing in to ruins
Then it just blow away like the fire I use to lite the candle Thinking that it would bring light
But it when out and I was too deep to know my surrounding
Only thing that was there was darkness surrounding me in to the point where It took my breath
One two three I drop down to my knees 
Four five six the truth is sickening 
Seven eight nine dose hate and love have a thin line
Ten Is this the beginning or the end
And why am I not begging
I see the light but I don't come near
Because in the darkness I can see clear
But I am not sure if this is where I belong
Curious but yet afraid I still pursued
Just to get caught up by my demons who I thought we friend although I  assumed
See that's the only thing that can be tricky about the darkness
to fall in the hands of the enemy
without having knowledge 
But do I want to live if it has come to this
Not trusting my self
Not knowing the difference between the light and dark
Or maybe I know the difference but I have already tasted the bitter sweet taste of the dark
But I don't realize the difference any more making me question if the every was a separation
Are they one in the same?
because they both have the power to over come you
But you have to realize is the loss worth the gain
But heaven forbids for you to go out on your own
Because that candle that you hold so tight and dare to keep you away from the darkness
 can always go out by a sweet silent whisper

Copyright © April Jones | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

April of Arc

the God in you 
is easy to see
always happy 
seeking to be
you already are
what you seek to be
pleasing to God
a light to see
bright are your eye's
and the smile on your face
heavy your heart
for every sad case
if there were an April of Arc
this is she, with her tender heart
humble and sincere
as you are to God
praying that from him
you never part
honest and obedient
never the law to ponder
is she insane?
people wonder
but just and faithful 
is her cause
preaching to men
obey God's laws

Copyright © john loving iii | Year Posted 2010

Details | ABC |

Broken heart

So who am i ? I bring pain to the heart and and set ur heart on fire so u said who would help bring water to my heart i said is there any one out there to help heal my pains so many time have i search for help but only find my heart still on fire then i call for help once again this time with a loud voice saiding please help set my heart free from the pain then i heard a women voice call out to me saiding call for help no more for i am here now i will take ur pain and replace with love let my water heal then i begin to feel the pain no more and no more breaking of the heart at that moment i was set free so what set me free and cool off my fire and stop the breaking of the heart it was a woman love So i said who am i no other then your broken heart who was heal by the love of a women

Copyright © Carl Manager | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Good Friday In A Southern Town

Narrow streets overlooked by red-tiled roofs,
lie brightly in the April sun while small robins
nap  in the branches of the blooming buds,
but awakened by the voices of vibrant youths.

The young nuns in black attire, cross the voice-filled street
of vendors and buyers, they can't be late for The Lord's Passion;    
punctuality counts, it's a creed they firmily believe with conviction,
which is not found in souls that aren't so meek. 
In this southern, friendly town faith matters more than wealth:
their devotion to Christ is that spring that never stops flowing... 
it's passed from mother to daughter and son: it's following 
the Cross until they reach the steps of the crowded church.  

The middle-aged priest stands in the doorway and greets them all,
such a fervent faith is too undeniable in the faithful's overjoyed eyes...
Christ's life was given up for all sinners: poor, rich, big and small;
the Blessing of the Cross is an emotion deeply felt in grateful hearts.

This peaceful town at the foot the mountains dazzles in the mild noon,
the balmy breeze coming from the North brings in the fragrance of pines;
who was born here, will return and dwell in this valley of sacred shrines,
can all the wonders he saw be as enchanting as the midnight argent moon? 

Written on 5/16/2017  

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

A Late Afternoon on a Passing Road to Galway

Challenging the Westerly wondering, the
Wind bends against each window pane
This April day is 
Drenched in late afternoon rain

What called the people to Prayer here?
I see the cold chilled kale grass, huddling
Below drab green hedgerows, open to
Empty bottomed branches

They Point the way to the
Damp air Vespers, filling with
Secular speeches, surrounding 
Firesides with slower people of similar faith

Each split doorway in the wind 
Shuffling, whispering, in softer words
Echoing from Organs, brass, loud and sweet

I was leaving, driving pass each building
When I noticed the bells had stopped, and
My prayer was only half finished

Copyright © Daniella Annalisa Nikolayev | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ballad |

The bleached bones of ANZAC

They were straight of limb as the bullets flew
Made up of true blues and fair dinkums too
When they landed on that bloody April day
They were told to push inland to ensure the stay

The fighting was fierce and brave men fell
Australian, New Zealander and Turk in the hell
The bravest men fought the hardest fight
And went inland further than others might

They fought and they died showing they had pluck
The Turks told of wounded men not giving up
Struggling it out to the last bullet they fought
And were left lying facing the foe as they ought

In the end when they evacuated ANZAC Cove Beach
With those brave men lying in the sun out of reach
The Turks left them as the sun bleached their bones white
As the days turned into months into years as we won the fight

In 1919 Charles Bean led the Australians back to Gallipoli
And they searched the battlefield from beach to the gullies carefully
The bones were gathered and were identified for some
As the  graves were lined up and headstones stand in the sun

These men who came from across the world for a war
Are now part of the Legend of ANZAC for all to explore
But I wonder on those windy hills where they stayed and didn't flee
There are young Australians looking out quietly to the sea.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2017