Friday, 24 April 2015

Beating hearts no more





I woke to the sound of a beating drum this morning. The ANZAC march was heading off from the bowling club on its way to our local memorial. At present the last post is trumpeting throughout our town as a new day dawns, the birds also have started their songs.


The red Poppy flower has become a symbol that is intertwined into the ANZAC story. Its blood red colour testifying to the blood spilt fields of war. One of the great tragedies of war is the often claimed remark…too young or so young, & on such a grand scale.











The march with its drummers is making their way back to the bowling club, the ceremony is ended & a breakfast will begin on this coolish ANZAC day morning.




Lest we forget, lest we forget…   








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