Poets Corner

I had not long left the service and had so much time on hand, I tried to set up a vegie patch, on my little piece of land.

After 30 years in the RAAF, I thought I’d heard the lot And there are times I’m sure, someone has

In the canyon of Her chapel, She prays there on Her own, The Monarch of our Commonwealth, now She sits alone.

Young Jamie watched the old men, march on every Anzac Day And he wondered why his father, had always stayed

He had so many nicknames, tucker fu&%er and bait layer But when an army marches on its stomach, he is

My shift was nearly over, I’d soon be on my way, The eastern sky would herald in, another Mother’s Day

FOR MANY YEARS I ROSE AT DAWN, TO HONOUR OUR GALLANT DEAD THOSE WHO LEFT OUR NATION’S SHORES, OBLIVIOUS TO