Anzac Stories Poem by Paul Warren

We hear the stories quite clears
Of ANZACs and their families quite dear
As we will remember each one
And the deeds that cannot be undone

They march on into history now
Thousands marching in lines unbowed
For country and for fallen mates
As each no doubt contemplating their fate

What memories are left of them to find
There's Longstaff's Menin Gate at Midnight painting devine
Or poppies blowing red on Flanders Fields
And Ware's cities of the dead on ground unyielded

April 25 each year as our remembrance comes
They march on again as one
And a haunting melancholia grasps me
Of new conflicts and sacrifice you see.

© Paul Warren Poetry