When the sun came up on that 25th April day
The ANZAC troops attacked and didn't shy away
From the bullets or the climb they had to make
When the brightening light came with the sun to bake
Two thousand soldiers dead on The Landing shore
When the odds were against a life lasting evermore
When you wake and feel the warmth of the sun's glow
Remember them from that fatal day as the sun rose slow
It's the same sun that shines upon us today
Shining on home hills as it did on Gallipoli cliffs that day
The April Sun in ANZAC in the one shining moment
Glistening on the Legend made in our heroes lament.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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