Ballad Remembrance Day Poems

When I feel not equal to people
Should I of not wished to be different from day 1
The wave of acceptance the wave of feeling of...

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Let us talk like strangers,
And clear out the air.
Whatever has happened between us,
Let us forget and not point a chair.

Let us not pinpoint
The mischievous brain...

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A catch in the throat
And a tear in my eye
The strains of the Last Post plays every note
The jets in missing man formation fly by

Thoughts...

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The red glow of sunrise paints the sky
Families gather as candle light flickers nearby
The ANZAC Service echoes from place to place
This year’s Dawn Service shared...

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On a breezy afternoon I walked at Semaphore
As the gulls were wheeling and forever squawking near the beach’s shore
And I walked up to the white...

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The darkness hides their faces
As the rising sun embraces
And the kookaburras  have their say 
Announcing the dawn in their Australian way

The stone soldier is...

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From my window the sun shines
Down on this desert base of mine
I wait for my duty to start
Our work away from home is worlds apart

Serving...

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I DON'T KNOW
IT'S HARD FOR ME TO SAY
ONE DAY WE WERE
TALKING ABOUT THIS AND THAT
I STARTED SEEING THINGS HER WAY
GUESS I GAVE IN
WE STARTED BEING...

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It was 35 Diggers dead each day
Of the Great War for they volunteered to stay
Mounting a total to 60,000 the cost
Each one a son or...

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His hands shook as he sat
On the side of the muddy shell ridden road 
He had the makings of a cigarette down pat
But the shaking...

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Love letters

His love letters she kept in a shoe box
Tattered now tied in ribbon lots
That she takes them out when she’s blue
And she feels there...

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Salute them too.

As that old clock struck six, on that cold Winter's morn.
An unjust bullet ripped through his tunic bloodied, tattered and torn.
They said he...

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How did you stay
Day after day
With the stench of death
Taken in with each breath

When the mud seeped in
Like cold porridge knee deep again
And the guns...

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An old soldier was sitting on a park bench
When I happened to stop and rest awhile
He said I’m getting weary of these days
As I see...

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Red Poppy petals in the wind float free
A sacrifice that we can plainly see
One hundred years past now
I still wonder how
You stood such a test
For...

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