ANZAC DAY
ANZAC DAY
Military Bands maintain the beat
Of now-tired arms and worn-out feet
Rows of old diggers marching by
And in the crowd – hardly a dry eye
On their chests, proud medals displayed
Some are rusty and ribbons - a bit frayed.
Each year the numbers are markedly depleted
But the remaining few – wont be defeated
They’ll come again next year without fail
Even if they’re old and frail
A bus will drive them along the route
And a grateful nation will proudly salute.
Then off to the RSL for a beer
Where old mates reminisce and shed a tear
So let’s salute the fallen once more
The ones who sleep on some distant shore
And to those who returned to tell the tale
Your courage and valour will always prevail.
MPC
Military Bands maintain the beat
Of now-tired arms and worn-out feet
Rows of old diggers marching by
And in the crowd – hardly a dry eye
On their chests, proud medals displayed
Some are rusty and ribbons - a bit frayed.
Each year the numbers are markedly depleted
But the remaining few – wont be defeated
They’ll come again next year without fail
Even if they’re old and frail
A bus will drive them along the route
And a grateful nation will proudly salute.
Then off to the RSL for a beer
Where old mates reminisce and shed a tear
So let’s salute the fallen once more
The ones who sleep on some distant shore
And to those who returned to tell the tale
Your courage and valour will always prevail.
MPC
