Please take the time to read this, it is a poem about ANZAC day. ♥
Young man stand side by side,
Their feet now wet by the tide.
They used to be normal like you or me.
But now they lie in Gallipoli.
They wish one day to return,
they are protecting their country but they must learn,
That some things cost more than they earn.
The men continue, guns slung over their shoulders,
Not knowing enemies hide behind distant boulders.
Gun shots ring out long at loud.
Blow after blow, a deafening sound.
Men fall to the sand, their bodies dripping blood,
Many men begin to fall to the mud.
But they march on forward they valiantly fight,
Gun shots boom louder, but they do not cower in fright.
More men fall down, their eyes open wide.
Somebody on Earth just lost a friend or maybe and uncle or cousin.
But the people who mourn the most of all are the mothers, siblings and children.
The remaining men still go on forwards, heads held high,
The end of the gory battle is nigh.
Soldiers cover the area, some still clutching a gun.
The battle is over, the war has been won.'
The ANZACS did not win but they sure tried,
And now we remember the ones that died.
Today I march to the roll of a drum, along with the rest.
5 medals pinned to my chest.
The Last Post is played and my mind wanders.
My mind a rush as I begin to ponder,
Those brave men who fought with no regret,
And I think to myself 'Lest We Forget.'