April 25th 1915 – a day never to be forgotten by the Australasian forces. Immortalised in words and music, by word of mouth through generations of survivors and their families. Once again on Friday 25th April 2008, millions of people will wave their flags and some not really knowing why will hopefully ask the question! To be told that this generation of men, fought, bled and died in a foreign land and should not be forgotten.
The list of poems you see here are a minute representation of the thoughts, prayers, sights, sounds, memories and dreams of men who fought, lost their Sons, Fathers, Brothers Some even their sanity.

There are thousands of poems written during and after a War which affected so many people in so many different ways, most of which we could not begin to imagine. The men and women who fought, The Mothers and wives at home, the children who never knew their Fathers. Mysteries abound about relatives who never returned, and those who returned in body only, leaving their mind, spirit and soul at the Somme, Gallipoli or the Dardanelles.
Thermopylae
Go tell the Spartans, thou that passest by,
That here, obedient to their laws, we lie.
~~~~~
Rudyard Kipling (1918)
If any question why we died,
Tell them, because our fathers lied.
~~~

by John Sandes
Say not that they are dead who fell
By Anzac's storied Cove.
And though they fell by Lonesome Pine
'Neath Northern stars, apart,
Their home lies southward of the Line,
In Australasia's heart.
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/show/118556-John-Sandes-ANZAC

Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/show/3336-Wilfred-Owen-Dulce-Et-Decorum-Est-Pro-Patria-Mori
Wilfrid Owen
In Flanders Field
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/6634-John-McCrae-In-Flanders-Field
John McCrae
From The Dug-Out; A Memory of Gallipoli
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/97981-A-P-Herbert-From-The-Dug-Out--A-Memory-of-Gallipoli
A P Herbert
The New Aeneid - (In Gallipoli)
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/34253-Alexander-Robertson-The-New-Aeneid----In-Gallipoli-
Alexander Robertson
Gallipoli
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/43732-John-William-Streets-Gallipoli
John William Streets
Gallipoli
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/53021-Dame-Mary-Gilmore-DBE-Gallipoli
Dame Mary Gilmore DBE
Gallipoli
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/55017-Robert-Laurence-Binyon-Gallipoli
Robert Laurence Binyon
Song of the Dardanelles
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/32294-Henry---Lawson-Song-of-the-Dardanelles
Henry Lawson
The Riderless Horse
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/99785-John-O-Brien-The-Riderless-Horse
John O Brien

To R. - at Anzac
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/34002-Aubrey-Herbert-To-R----at-Anzac
Aubrey Herbert
Farewell To Anzac
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/47926-Cicely-Fox-Smith-Farewell-To-Anzac
Cicely Fox Smith
Suvla Bay
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/34237-W-H-Littlejohn-Suvla-Bay
W H Littlejohn
Anthem For Doomed Youth
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/show/3334-Wilfred-Owen-Anthem-For-Doomed-Youth/2
Wilfrid Owen
Was It a Dream?
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/37650-Amos-N-Wilder-Was-It-A-Dream-
Amos N Wilder
The Road to Bayonvillers
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/show/34340-John-Allan-Wyeth-The-Road-to-Bayonvillers-wbr-
John Allan Wyeth
A Lark above the Trenches
John William Streets
Gethsemane
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/21220-Rudyard-Kipling-Gethsemane
Rudyard Kipling
The Anzac on the Wall
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/109905--Anonymous-Oceania-The-Anzac-on-the-Wall
Anonymous Oceania

"The inquisitive mind of a child"
Why are they selling poppies, Mummy?
Selling poppies in town today.
The poppies, child, are flowers of love.
For the men who marched away.
But why have they chosen a poppy, Mummy?
Why not a beautiful rose?
Because my child, men fought and died
In the fields where the poppies grow.
But why are the poppies so red, Mummy?
Why are the poppies so red?
Red is the colour of blood, my child.
The blood that our soldiers shed.
The heart of the poppy is black, Mummy.
Why does it have to be black?
Black, my child, is the symbol of grief.
For the men who never came back.
But why, Mummy are you crying so?
Your tears are giving you pain.
My tears are my fears for you my child.
For the world is forgetting again.
Author Unknown














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