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. https://www.awm.gov.au/commemoration/anzac-day/traditions
free verse, poetry,
Dezzies Place 
What a treasure – his picture! Similar to Memorial Day here. As a child in my native country we called it ‘Poppy Day [ for all wars]’…we wore red artificial poppies.
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