Poets Corner

The blood that flowed, on the Western Front, has long since ebbed its’ tide The dust of those who bravely fell, now part of our nation’s pride

I WATCHED THEM SAIL TO HOSTILE SHORES, TO GALIPPOLI’S BLOOD SOAKED SAND OR THE QUAGMIRE OF THE WESTERN FRONT AND

Born in a light house, by Cape Leeuwin’s salty spray, She became her father’s keeper, when her mother passed away.

At 11am the guns were mute, a calm was in the air. After four long years, the dogs of war, were banished from their lair.

I found them lying in the dust, they’d long since lost their glint. Who they had once belonged to, there was not the slightest hint.

They did what they were trained to do, without question or fuss, And the last thing they expected, was to be thrown under the bus

The stench of dope and castor oil, no longer smelt today As small fragile bi-planes, rose above Port Phillip Bay

To some we were the girl next door, a sister or a daughter Who nursed behind the Western Front, in the face of wholesale slaughter

One hundred years of service, our Air Force has achieved – Sometimes the butt of friendly jibes, but do not be deceived…