The Lighthorseman

Through overcast skies I hear the bugle call. Quiet spaces. Speeches shared under a grey backdrop. You gaze forward, you gaze down. You listen and reflect. Intrigued at the courage of old. Traffic hums. A dog barks.

Drops of rain touch my skin like a message.

Grainy photo’s remain of you grandfather that I never knew. Remembered today with other ANZAC’s. Your name engraved and honoured on a plaque in a square.

Dezzie 2022

My grandfather was a Lighthorseman during WW1. He was a teenager when he enlisted.

Today is ANZAC day where Australians come together to remember those that have been lost in battle.

free verse, poetry,

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