The wet jungle drops tears to the muddy clearing
As humidity has made us heated and perspiring
The climb up the trail has sapped our strength
We took the challenge to walk the trail's length
There was a waterfall near the clearing
And the beauty of the spot was so endearing
On the edge of the jungle in a spot of sunlight
Illuminated two old wooden crosses just to the right
We stood in front, held our hats and bowed our heads
And the carved inscription we all slowly read
A sergeant and a corporal killed on this spot
When the Japanese threatened in their invasion plot
How sad it was for two brave Australian men
Who fell in battle defending us to their life's end
And they sleep in god's care in a jungle clearing
As we remember them each Anzac Day endearing.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
gunshot wound there ended my father's war