When I was a boy I rode my bike
Around the neighbourhood in sheer delight
And spent some time at the local Ground
Rosewater Oval where we played around
Tucked in on the south-western corner was an obelisk
In a manicured ground dedicated to veterans in a list
Who fought the wars that Australia waged
And the obelisk of them forever in history's page
I remember one ANZAC Day in the Australian sun
Reading the names and thinking of what they had done
And the flags flapping in the gentle breeze on high
I pondered on these places written floating away to the sky.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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