Anzac Day

[Bob Pacey]

ANZAC DAY

In the cold grey light of dawn I stand
I hear the bagpipes mournful swirls.
Down the street the marchers striding out
men, women, boys and girls.

They march along their heads held high
this honour wear they proud.
Badges and ribbons on their chests
flags waving from the crowd.

They honour fallen comrades
or perhaps family lost in war.
The wreaths they lay remember those
who with us are no more.

But in their hearts the spirit lives
yes their memories will live on.
The last post echo's through the mist
they hear its mournful song.

They fought with pride and honour
this country to defend.
Those who returned will not forget
mates and comrades to the end.

Some gave their lives to keep us free
they gave their all with out regret.
We honour them with three words
" The Ode "
" Lest We Forget "

Bob Pacey ( C )

[Maureen K Clifford]

Like the picture this paints Bob - one we are all familiar with but none the less important for that - you have captured the spirit.

One usually refers to the skirl of bagpipes which is the sound the chanter makes , but that may not have been your intention - swirls may be what you were trying to imply as in the music being all around you - not sure..just a thought.

Found it a little rough to read in spots (sorry)


In the cold grey light of dawn I stand
I hear the bagpipes mournful swirls.
Down the street the marchers striding out
men, women, boys and girls.

could this work better?

In the cold grey light of dawn I stand
I hear the bagpipes mournful swirls (skirl)?
See marchers striding down the street.
Old men and women, boys and girls.

They march along their heads held high
this honour wear they proud.
Badges and ribbons on their chests
flags waving from the crowd.

They march along with heads held high
badges and ribbons on their chests
the crowd waves flags, and cheers out loud
these were Australia's best.

They honour fallen comrades
or perhaps family lost in war.
The wreaths they lay remember those
who with us are no more.

They honour fallen comrades
or family members lost in war
and lay wreaths as they remember
those who are with us no more

But in their hearts the spirit lives
yes - their memories live on.
The last post echo's through the mist
they hear its mournful song.

They fought with pride and honour
this country to defend.
Those who returned will not forget
their mates and comrades to the end.

Some gave their lives to keep us free
they gave without regret.
We honour them with these three words
" The Ode "
" Lest We Forget "


Hope you don't mind my fiddle... yours to use or loose as you choose.

Cheers

Maureen

[Bob Pacey]

Thanks Maureen that's what I need a different perspective on the scene. I pencilled this whilst standing in the fog at Gracemere and the parade came down the hill out of the foggy mist led by a single piper.

I'll print this and massage it a bit as I want to present it to the gathering this ANZAC day.

Thank Bob

[Heather]

Here a couple of suggestions Bob. Hope you don't mind.


They march along their heads held high
this honour they wear proud.
Badges and ribbons on their chests
flags waving in the crowd.

They honour fallen comrades
or perhaps family lost in war.
The wreaths they lay remember those
who are with us no more.

But in their hearts the spirit lives
and their memories will live on.
The last post echo's through the mist
they hear its mournful song.