Short Anzac Poems
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As we commemorate this Anzac Day,
We shall remember them this way,
Forever asleep, young and brave,
Heroes now resting in foreign graves,
We thank them for our freedom today,
Forever asleep, always young and brave.
Bugler and player of bagpipes
Continue. Stretching out
That now breathed to more than a stout
Minutes' honouration.
Soonest war, its great wound
Closes, opens again.
With no respite to the realm's pain.
Nor your own! Death appoints
By tomb, blue-faced, with sound annoints
To stand at attention.
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 in sad grace
The virus has its say on us everyday
Whilst social distancing is our way
Driveway services weaving us together
As the Last Post plays in their memory forever.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Old soldiers in the firing line,
Community clubbing time,
Let's honour them in rhymes,
Now in the vault of the unleashed,
Their courage released,
For the job, they were the right men,
The flower of past generations,
People to treasure, through the ages,
In theatres of combat, such stages,
Designer beers wanted here,
On Anzac Day, we give them silent cheers.
We are the ones
Who inherited their sun
To live in peace together
For we are all tethered
To the Legends true blue
Souls with mates who stood true
And when the stories are told
Of these ones who were bold
Those are the brave ones
Who stood when the day needed to be won
And I am proud
To say it out loud
We are sons and daughters of ANZAC
Pride in their Legends as fact.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Tyne Cot War Cemetery
White head stones in countless rows
Soldiers all from the Great War battles
Thousands dead now glory served
Each one a son and loved one
Victoria Cross engraved as heroes found
Known unto God a sad refrain written
On the stone “Their name liveth for Evermore”
A Christian Cross on top of a German pill-box
Sacrifice for the “War to End Wars” unfulfilled
A hundred years past but still it begs belief.
© Paul Warren Poetry
I wonder and admire those people true
Who answered the bugle’s call those years through
For they were volunteers one and all
And how did they stay the distance in the call
A hundred years have passed
Where great change has been amassed
They were different to each one of us
And were known to make less of a fuss
The Great War changed the world
Where great empires were lost and felled
And what is left is from those years
Lest we forget as we shed our tears
© Paul Warren Poetry