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You honour my death but not my life.
Now finally America I have your respect.
God Bless America.
I have written two Poems. One I finished on Anzac Day and at 6.30 am on that day I stood alone on the Western side of the Anzac Bridge in Sydney and read out my Anzac Tribute.
I hold very strong views regarding the appreciation of those who are prepared to risk their lives to protect their Nation and its Citizens. Maybe it is because my father was in the RAF and served in Malta during WW2 – where he met my mother who like the rest of Malta was bombed daily by the Nazis in an attempt to make the People of Malta surrendered. They never did. I uphold the view that we as a People are judged on how we protect those who cannot protect themselves.
I am a writer. All I can do is write words that no others can write so that we all understand that it is not just a memory we are giving thanks to but our futures for which lives were given.
This poem I finished on Anzac Day and at 6.30 am on that day I stood alone on the Western side of the Anzac Bridge in Sydney and read out my Anzac Tribute.
Anzacs we seek that which you gave life for.
Anzacs. We seek thee from within the darkness of this today your dawn.
A rousing of our Nation with thee alongside for that which you did so aspire to be.
An aspiration of Nationhood born of independence, a stalwart toil and an undoubted bravery.
We stare into the ebb of darkness and from within a crimson of awakening are set afire by our own hopes which giveth pace to our dreams and a fulfillment of our horizons.
A fire of spirit that you our Anzacs have left as an eternal flame of sacrifice to ignite within us that which you so desired and fought for – a freedom and a future.
Today this fiery welcome to thee it doth be for the Anzacs and to all those who have giveth of life for their Peoples.
To be cont/..