Y(our) Legacy

Excellence Award in the 'The Text Generation 2014' competition

You have seen one hundred years now
Whistle through the blue, blue breeze
You have known the coloured boats since
They first battled soft white seas

You have slept beneath red poppies
Side by side with friend and foe
You have dreamed of trial by fire
Of sacrifice and glory, long ago

Oh you once marched upon the cliff face
You once forged a nation's name
But now one hundred years have passed you by
And the world is not the same

Now you live on in dusted stories
Live on in the march of peaceful feet
We walk the land you fought to save
For us; Anzac of Gallipoli