[Editor: This poem about the sons of soldiers walking in an Anzac Day parade, written by “Dryblower” Murphy, was published in The Sunday Times (Perth, WA), 28 April 1929.] The Warriors’ Sons Who Walked By Dryblower. Over two hundred boys, sons of soldiers who fell in … [Read more...] about The Warriors’ Sons Who Walked [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 28 April 1929]
Anzac poetry
Anzac Immortelles [poem by M. Robinson, 6 May 1933]
[Editor: A poem published in the Camperdown Chronicle, 6 May 1933.] Anzac Immortelles Hark the silence — to-day is Anzac Day, Time but deepens the heart-wounds of the world’s Great War. But our dear ones who passed beyond the grave with victory, We mortals see with … [Read more...] about Anzac Immortelles [poem by M. Robinson, 6 May 1933]
The Call From the Dardanelles [poem, 6 October 1915]
[Editor: A poem published in The Referee, 6 October 1915.] The Call From the Dardanelles I stood on the deck of a troopship At the Gate of the Dardanelles, Midst the thunder of warships’ cannon And the bursting of giant shells. Where men were dying in Britain’s … [Read more...] about The Call From the Dardanelles [poem, 6 October 1915]
The grief and glory of Gallipoli: Anzac poetry [by A. G. Stephens, 27 April 1929]
[Editor: An article by A. G. Stephens, published in The Brisbane Courier, 27 April 1929.] The grief and glory of Gallipoli. Anzac poetry. By A. G. Stephens. Still, for unforgetting hearts, the grief comes first. Wolla Meranda wrote:— They will never come … [Read more...] about The grief and glory of Gallipoli: Anzac poetry [by A. G. Stephens, 27 April 1929]
Anzacs [poem, 28 April 1942]
Anzacs When you look back through the ages, Turning over history’s pages, You’ll find brave deeds of men In every war; But no breed of man looms bigger, Than the rough and ready Digger — My hat’s off to the Anzacs, It’s those guys I’m speaking for. The above poem was … [Read more...] about Anzacs [poem, 28 April 1942]
Anzacs [poem, 23 April 1953]
Anzacs From the cities, and the townships; From the mining camps they came; From all comers of their homeland, To defend their country’s name. And they counted not the hardships Of the game they had to play; They just played it, hard as ever, In the real colonial … [Read more...] about Anzacs [poem, 23 April 1953]
Anzacs [poem, 24 April 1944]
Anzacs Loudly the bugles of England were calling, Over the seven seas; Proudly the banners of Britain were waving, Born on the Southern breeze. Here, ’neath, her mandates, her sons dwelt in safety Tilling their golden land. Heard they the call that the Mother was … [Read more...] about Anzacs [poem, 24 April 1944]
Anzacs [poem, 14 April 1938]
Anzacs. A sacred name to freedom’s cause ! A beacon high and bright ! A spirit we may truly claim — The Anzac soul of light. ’Twas born in Austral’s sunny climes, In fields and spaces wide ; And in New Zealand’s distant isles, Across the Tasman tide. It grew as … [Read more...] about Anzacs [poem, 14 April 1938]
Anzacs [poem, 2 May 1916]
Anzacs. In the cheerless dawn of an April morn Pale stars still lit the sky, Did the rollers break on Gaba Tepe, Where sea birds wheel and cry. The time had come, but no beating drum Or brazen trumpets blare, Did the Anzacs go to face the foe And rouse him from his … [Read more...] about Anzacs [poem, 2 May 1916]