Will they lay a headstone for me?
Will it say I have led a full life?
Will it boast thankful for what I have done?
Will there be place for a wife?
In the hush of waiting
I hear life all around
the tiny whine of oblivious wings
minsicule chirping on the ground
When will they tell us it’s time to go home?
When will it end this fight for right?
When will they find me laying here?
When they do will I see their light?
and the whine grows louder
the chirping more distinct
the light is fading
withdraw sweet oblivion I sink
When the bells peel in freedom
When the drone dissapears for good
When the boys pick up their old kit bags
When their families rejoice in their neighbourhood
Will mine be weeping in silent pride?
Have I done all I can … ?
~ adgray 2011
I saw this gorgeous image
and poetry flooded me!
I just have ANZACs on my mind!
Lest We Forget!
☼Ü Happy Bubbling! Ü☼