Fingers of light part the night
Golden rays of dawn, piercing light
Ghostly soldiers wade ashore
As they did one hundred years before.
A 'top the ridge silent sentinels gaze at sea
Bloody battles so we could be free
Ghostly soldiers climb sandy heights
Walk amongst living, see grieving sights.
Every year we wish them home
Long dead men from bloody foam
Bugler sounds reveille, welcoming day
Across the hills where dead men lay.
Ghostly soldiers sleeping forever
No pain, no earthly tether
Turkish troops salute our men
ANZACS return salute again.
Centenary of one-hundred years
So many lost, so many tears
Never again will we stand
Enemy of that Turkish land.
Gentle waves lap the shore
Sacred cove for evermore
Ghosts of men long dead
Embrace the living, whispers said.
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Author Notes
AABB rhyming quatrains for the contest entry; every year on the 25th April, we commemorate the lives of those lost in both world wars. This year, Anzac Cove so named in peace time; real name Gallipoli, during the assault by the ANZACS on the 25th April 1915, will be a special place for thousands of people commemorating one-hundred years since world war 1. ANZAC means Australian and New Zealand Army Corps.
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