For the Fallen – Anzac Poem

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Tags: Anzac. Australia and New Zealand Army Corps. Lest We Forget. Poem

Anzac Day is a public holiday in Australia and New Zealand.  It is a chance for all of us to remember what price we had to pay for our freedom.  These men and women gave the ultimate sacrifice for the life we live today.

They live on in the hearts and memories of relatives, friends, war buddies and you and me as a reminder of the sadness of war, but it also gives us a cause for celebration to live on knowing that we live our lives as free men and women and are free from oppression and madness caused by insane men.

I personally respect all soldiers in past and present wars.  I admire their bravery and courage.  To me, they are heroes, real-life heroes.  They drew on that inner belief and passion that what they were fighting for was right and justified and wanted to rid the world of evil and tyranny.  They are the ultimate role models to the young and old and as long as we humans are on this planet, will be remembered.

Don’t ever forget.

For the fallen

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables at home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Laurence Binyon (1869–1943)

Lest We Forget

Source: https://www.awm.gov.au/index.php/commemoration/customs-and-ceremony/poems

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