Tears For An Anzac

• Halle Snykers Hill, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2015

He walks through the
cemetery

Eyes searching for the familiar
headstone

Posy of poppies clutched
tightly
in his hand

Just as he has done
for many sombre years past

A tear rolls down his wrinkly face
and falls softly onto
his
fathers medals

That he wears ever so proudly on his
chest