Forged Alliance
poem by:
Paul Stephens
Written
on Apr 25, 2017
Many make the pilgrimage Travel to a far off land Stand on the shores of Gallipoli To honour and respect those men They fought on for eight months in a blazing hell Against a formidable foe In the end they had to evacuate A master plan needed so they could go Rifles set with water drips Into cans to pull the triggers Random shots fired in the night As they slowly slipped away in silence The whole campaign a futile loss Of life and many wounded But one great thing did come of that Was the birth of the Anzac spirit Fighting along side our Kiwi friends Forged this great alliance Nowhere in the world can this be found To be such a proud Australian Each year they march to commemorate To remember all the fallen LEST WE FORGET their sacrifice For our freedom is what we owe them
Tags: sad, rhyme, faith,
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Geoffrey Brewer commented:
A touching tribute to those remarkable men who, in two world wars, voluntarily travelled half way across the globe to give their lives in allegiance to a family of nations. This was a demonstration of honour at the highest level, not often seen nor respected since then.
Paul Stephens
commented:
Thanks for your comment Geoffrey and your recognition of the amazing feats of bravery of these men.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condem.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Lest we forget.
Christopher Russon
commented:
Lovely poem in recognition of those who gave there lives so we could be free.
Paul Stephens
commented:
Thanks for your comment Christopher. They called it the war to end all wars. Good thing we can't see into the future or we'd be thinking what's the point.
