Lest We Forget (ANZAC Service)

• Liam Simmonds, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2022

As I stand on my cold, rocky driveway…

I feel:
Cold while the bitter frost freezes my hands to my sides,
Sad as salty tears trickle down my cheek,
United as we stand mourning the innocent Anzacs who sacrificed their lives for us.

I see:
Trumpets and bugles playing “The Last Post”, remembering those who fought for us,
Lips glued closed during the minute of silence,
Shining medals twinkling in the early morning light.

I hear:
The beautiful song, “The Last Post”, ringing out across my street; being played by the trumpet and bugle,
Nothing except the disrespectful crows during the minute of silence,
Fiery candles crackling at the break of dawn.

As the trumpet finishes the song we walk back inside, united as one.