REMEMBRANCE DAY-November 11, 2025
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Think This of Me Friends, I am no longer the careless lad You knew so well in days of Peace. War brings Swift maturity and the selfish things And thoughts are mine no more. In- stead there rings A nobler sense within and I am glad That it is so. For two years I have had The company of heroes, purple clad, Baited like eagles and prouder than Kings.
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Lest We Forget |
Death There, where poppies bloom, and fields are scarred With unknown heroes' graves, remorse- less, numb, And swifter than the lightning it may come From unknown depths where earthly Joys are barred, Where Love is lost, the quickening pulse is still And Death's rhythmical beat is audible, Or in the trench where golden hearted Truth, Clad in the panoply of grace and right, Sublimely pours the sweet red wine of youth A surf of blood upon the sea of Might.
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* These two poems were by Signaler Tom Skeyhill of the 8th Anzacs. He served through the Gallipoli campaign, was twice wounded and finally blinded fighting the Turks. He was Australian and known as "The Soldier Poet." I found them in a scrapbook I have of newspaper clippings from 1916 to 1918. |
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THE VETERAN
Proud he dons the medals on his chest For today he must look his best His shoes are shined, his gloves gleam white To stand in cold and early light.
How long ago - how far away- The battle cry that brought this day- They were many then - he remembers well The brotherhood forged while in hell.
So few to stand and salute their dead, So far from where the ground spread red. The bugle calls, his heart beats fast He stands not alone - but with the thousands who have passed.
Sonja Crawford, 2003
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These Poems were also found in the same collection of newspaper clippings as the preceding poems. The scrapbook is clippings from 1916 - 1918. |
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