Poem of the Day

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Anzac Day

 

How can I ever forget

The old legless soldier

Ribbons on his chest

In his wheelchair

That April morning

In the hospital grounds

When the bugle sounded

Tears streaming down his cheeks

His muffled sobs and

His sweet-faced young nurse

Leaning to offer him comfort –

 

In that single moment

A snapshot of what

War does to people.

 

Dianne Bates
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