Today, is the day of the ANZAC,

A day to remember, and look back,

They were transported by sea,

To a place, called Gallipoli,

Over the beach, and up a cliff,

Confronted by an enemy, fierce and stiff,

For some, the cliff was out of reach,

And they died, upon the beach,

Diggers, barely finding time to pray,

As the fighting went on, day after day,

Either wounded, or struck by illness,

The diggers dedication, could only impress,

Each year we pay homage, and show respect,

When we take this time out, to reflect,

Although our debt to them, will never be met,

Their many sacrifices, we will never forget,

When the old diggers march down the road, do not sneer,

They have well and truly earned, this one day of the year.

 

Steve Corke

25 April 1989

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