The Anzac Many
Many remember and
many are too young to remember.
Many left their country
to fight in another country.
Many never did return.
Many young men trudged on foreign lands
against winds that howled, rain that soaked and
winters that bit.
Many fought wild-eyed and weary,
against a mirror of young frightened faces.
Many heard the unforgettable.
Bang, bang, bang. Boom, boom, boom.
Flash, flash, flash. Rat-a-tat…
To this day,
will never leave again.
By Maria Parenti-Baldey