Southern Cross how clear you shine
Above a homeland forever mine
The sacred light guiding our way
In our hearts to forever stay
When Australians in wander lust
Know they will travel back as a must
Keep kindly those thoughts of home
When we return in the end we roam
It's the first sight of home they would see
As ANZAC warriors returning in homily
When they smell gum leaves on the sacred ground
See your light when home was found.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Very nice poem. I used to enjoy seeing the Southern Cross in Brazil. They call it Cruzeiro do Sul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a bit too much sewing in that flag, I reckon, Paul. We'd have to get it made in Bangladesh.