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James
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« on: February 20, 2007, 07:35:46 AM » |
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I wrote this some time ago but it may fit in here James
The ANZACS
They were young but oh so willing when they heard their Country’s call
And of all the Empires armies the bravest of them all
They were workers from the factories, and tellers from the banks
Some were clerks and drainers, others made our water tanks
There were stockmen from the country, and drovers from the bush
Brickies and blacksmiths, set out to join the mighty push
With postmen from the city, and their mates from far outback
A widow’s son came riding in, his suit still newly black
Shearer’s by the hundred, some even brought their cook’s
Teachers from the schoolrooms, accountant’s from their books
Miner’s from the goldfields, and farmers from the scrub
Milkmen and the baker’s, barmen from the pub
The saddle makers helper’s, and the men who make the roads
They came in droves to volunteer, all carried different loads
Forester’s and fencer’s, drivers from the trains
Unemployed and bosses, student’s full of brains
Battler’s from the mountains, lifeguard’s from the sands
All sons of Australia, though from many different lands
Those who fight the fires, those who keep the peace
A constant stream kept coming, like they would never cease
Trackers from the desert, and hunter’s of wild pigs
With all kinds of professions, even those who wear the wigs
Stevedore and dockers and those who drive the cranes
Some from the best hotels, some from City lanes
Doctors and morticians students straight from schools
Kept coming so often that recruiters bent the rules
Millers and musicians, and those who walk the rails
Hungry men some homeless, newly out of jails
No conscripts were needed; this is the way we live
When there’s a mate in trouble, there is an open hand to give
Our thanks to all those young men who sailed across the sea
And passed the legend of the ANZAC down to you and me
© 2002 J.J. Hasson
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