Sound the Last Post again,
lest we forget
the freedom that we cherish
has been bought -
not found like mushrooms
in the field;
the debt is ours to pay,
mindful of those who fought and fell -
yet still they held the torch aloft!
May we remain as zealous
to withstand the traitors
who would make our fibres soft,
as well as enemies beyond the land.
The trumpet has the power
to move us still,
and though the debris of a flood
of years lies over hand and mind,
an aching thrill comes rising
perilously close to tears.
Sound the Last Post
to hold the memory bright,
then sound the Rouse
and keep the torch alight.
By: Mike Subritzky
Source: http://www.poems.net.au/anzac-day-poems/
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