in cold crisp air,
with steaming breath
and hearts open and laid bare.
we stand and remember.
the bugle sounds,
carry across the river
to meet the rising sun.
then it is quiet again.
we stand and remember
in tearful, grateful silence,
we stand and give honour
to, too many young men
who went a soldiering,
never to come home again.
we stand and remember
and in the rows before us,
old men they soldier on,
standing to attention
remembering wars long gone
and mates and foes and battlfields
and letters come from home.
faces resolute, set to the sun
as the bugle calls.. the last post,
remembering remembering
the wars that are long gone...
we stand and remember.
poppies, lie in drifts of red
in the air the scent
of pine trees and rosemary....
wreaths of hard fought grace,
lay placed with grateful thanks
below the names enscribed
upon the cenotaph's granite plane.
we stand and remember
the sun comes up,
with gentle, golden face
upon this special, sacred place.
we stand shrouded by memory
of those who fought and fell
and lie in a far distant place.
we stand and remember.
we will remember them....
lest we forget....
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
in cold crisp air,
with steaming breath
and hearts open and laid bare.
we stand and remember.
the bugle sounds,
carry across the river
to meet the rising sun.
then it is quiet again.
we stand and remember
in tearful, grateful silence,
we stand and give honour
to, too many young men
who went a soldiering,
never to come home again.
we stand and remember
and in the rows before us,
old men they soldier on,
standing to attention
remembering wars long gone
and mates and foes and battlfields
and letters come from home.
faces resolute, set to the sun
as the bugle calls.. the last post,
remembering remembering
the wars that are long gone...
we stand and remember.
poppies, lie in drifts of red
in the air the scent
of pine trees and rosemary....
wreaths of hard fought grace,
lay placed with grateful thanks
below the names enscribed
upon the cenotaph's granite plane.
we stand and remember
the sun comes up,
with gentle, golden face
upon this special, sacred place.
we stand shrouded by memory
of those who fought and fell
and lie in a far distant place.
we stand and remember.
we will remember them....
lest we forget....
Dawn Service 25th April 2015
100 years since the ANZACS landed
at Gallipoli..
A moving service of commemoration.
Lest we forget.
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