For Anzac Day Poem by Terry Dawson

For Anzac Day

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For Anzac Day

When the owlet's whistle from its thorny loft tells of the setting sun,
Old fighting men bow down their heads for those who fell by the gun.
When the francolin's call from the ant heap top tells of a new day born
They're minded of their comrades lost by the hope-filled light of dawn.

Saturday, April 25, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: remembrance,soldier,war
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Terry Dawson

Terry Dawson

Harare, Zimbabwe.
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