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Homefire Cheerfully Burn

Do you hear the echoes of the call, the shouts from RSM
The bellows of the adjutant, accounting all to them
the crunch of a thousand hobnailed boots, ascending up the slope
and will you take onboard the pride, of getting through with hope

The clicks of polished rifle bolts, discharge of fired rounds
the blast of tinny bugle calls, tho not for packs of hounds
the grunts of grunts and roared replies, “Affirmative Major Sir!”
“All together now boys, we’ll give the dust a stir!”

and will you wait for me Lyndie
will you wait my Sal?
when we’ve gone a soldiering on
with our mates and pals
will you write me words of love
and ache for my return?
and when I come a limping back
will the home fire cheerfully burn

Well the jungles and the desert sands were not what we expect
the boggy mud of Flanders fields still ravaged from effect
the world old Blighty offered is nothing to compare
to the wide blue skies and sun filled land and fresh eucalyptus air

and will you wait for me Lyndie
will you wait my Sal?
when we’ve gone a soldiering on
with our mates and pals
will you write me words of love
and ache for my return?
and when I come a limping back
will the home fire cheerfully burn

The soldiering is over now and we can stagger back
we leave the battle stench behind and march on up the track
peeling off at homeward turns, farewelling all the mates
and taking the last scary path up to the homestead gate

and will I see the warmth there
will I see the smiles
will the arms envelop me
safe home across the miles
will my lovely Lyndie
have ached for my return?
and now I come a limping back
will the home fire cheerfully burn

The ’cadas are all singing the sun is sinking low
The ’burras all have nestled in, ignoring all below
The milked cows gently lowing, the chooks are all away
and there waiting by the gate my Lyndie dreamy sways

I pause and watch just for a mo’ her soft dress gently wave
and in the grass our little Sal plays with the pup I gave
Both girl and pup have grown now; they may not know my face
but there my Lyndie looks at me and my heart pounds full pace

I will see the warmth there
I will see the smiles
Loving arms envelop me
safe home across the miles
and yes my lovely Lyndie
has ached for my return
and now I’ve come a limping back
the home fires cheerfully burn

~ adgray c 11/11/11

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Homefire Cheerfully Burn by 


Again I saw I heard I wrote

This is a song that just marched right on into my head! I’d sing it for you but you can’t hear it.

But you can look at the vision that inspired it!


Meadow Grasses, Anzac Hill – Seymour from my wonderful muse and favourite artist
Lynda Robinson
(perhaps the Lyndie in the song ….. hmmm?)

Chookas! =}

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ekphrasis, song, anzac, 11 11 11, home coming, homefire, waiting, soldier, war, adgray, lynda robinson

adgray is a writer and a poet
- telling stories all her life,
- writing them down once she learnt how
“Scribbling! Always scribling!”
… and no there was nothing to be done about it!
Her poetry came later when the gift found her to be a ZETE segue (Zographonic Extemporanious Treatise Ekphrasis)
At times she can go into a trance-like state as poetry flows through her to the page and screen
Thank you for coming to read my words! ~ adgray~

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  • Trudi's Images
    Trudi's Imagesover 2 years ago

    l am sure a many returned service man would be taken right back reading this, beautifully done Alyssa

  • Lynda Robinson
    Lynda Robinsonover 2 years ago

    I am floored! Totally speechless Alyssa. Your song is incredible. Thank you for this honour. I feel extremely humble.

  • Gregory Pastoll
    Gregory Pastollover 2 years ago

    Hi Alyssa, Lynda alerted me to the existence of your song, and I have just read it. Found it very movin, without being soppy and it swings along with a lilt that is in the true tradition of the best troubadors. I can feel exactly what you mean by ‘going into another world’ when a song comes along and writes itself down through you. It often happens with me. I like your song very much, it is a classic.

  • TonyCrehan
    TonyCrehanover 2 years ago

    A great poem Alyssa that takes us completely into the story. While there is merit in free verse, there is a comfort in traditional rhyme and meter which anchors us securely in our roots and it so fitting for this marching home theme. Tony:)

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