#4 of poetry
a poem written for anzac day - if you don't know what it is - google it..
it's a little late but i couldn't stop myself from posting it :p
as we pace across barren unknown lands,
and remember the clapping, cheering hands.
1915, ANZAC, ANZAC Day, April 25, Australia and New Zealand Army Corps, Death, Gallipoli, Poem, The Old Lie, War