It was the ultimate the war to end all wars. And so time passes

ANZAC MEMORIES.

I heard the bands play,
saw the old troops marching by,
I saw an old Anzac with a tear in his eye,
A day full of memories, of which to be proud,
And saw those young children waving flags in the crowd,

Battles long forgotten, brought back in minds eye,
The mate ship of days now so long gone by,
The colours paraded, saluted with pride,
We remember the fallen, who lay where they died,

The years flow on by so many it seems,
That some of the memories may only be dreams,
But the absence of comrades brings it home yet,
That these are the times we should never forget,


We all fought together, in freedoms name,
A bitter experience, no it wasn’t a game,
As one after another we rallied the cause,
To what we were told, the war to end wars,

So time passes on and still there are wars,
It seems there is fighting, without any pause,
Is it no wonder we observe with regret,
And whisper the prayer, Lest We Forget.

John W 26/04/04