Anzac Day Poem by keith brown

If you can stand head bowed at Anzac cove
And ask the question why?
Or walk along the Dardanelles
Where our Anzac heroes died
Just two square miles of mayhem for 20000 men
Where Stratford hit the beach at moonset
And met his last amen,

If you close your eyes and listen
You are sure to hear in time
How the boys would “Jolly up” the Turks
at Sphinx and on Lone Pine
They paid the price for freedom
our actions and our speech
as they fell along the “dead mans ridge “
or died upon the beach.

As you stand head bowed at moon set
And ask the question why?
As a lonely bugle blows and tears well in your eyes
Then they know that you remember
They did not die in vain, if they had to
They would rally and do the same again.

On the 25th of April when the Anzac legend lives
We stand before the cenotaph and wonder at their deeds
As each generation follows they can march with Joy and pride
For every Anzac soldier is marching by their side.