IN SOLEMN REMEMBRANCE…

Anzac Day for my good mates
Is something close and dear,
That strikes their hearts as well as mine
This day each time of year!

From all around Australia
They gather one and all,
To pay their deep respects
As they stand so proud and tall!

These Digger-Mates of wars gone by
Will pay tribute once again
To their fellow Digger comrades
Who were loyal to the end!

They’ll listen to a speech or two
And shed a teary eye
As they think about the mates they lost
Though they know the reason why!

And when the day is over
And the sun begins to set,
Good-byes are sometimes difficult
For old Diggers even yet!

They walk away, but may look back
Like warriors often do
And shake their heads and softly say
“How Mateship pulled them through!”

©Copyright March 23, 3007 by Bob Beskar

Dedicated to my Aussie “Digger-Mates” on their Anzac Day.