Exceptional Remember the fallen in all wars. Shadows in the Mist by Aussie Rhyming Poetry Contest contest entry

Cold winds blow, even snow Old men shuffle, wearing poppy so red Khaki coats flapping, heads bent low They come to honour our dead Ghostly soldiers from mist appear Boy drummer, soundless tune Bumfluff ghosts shed no tear Waiting for waning moon Marching cadets, music they play Old veterans shuffle across lawn Bugle sounds Revellee, Awake! today Living faces all forlorn Tears run down creased faces Remembering mates all gone Ghostly hands touch living places Love from above welcoming morn Every theatre of war is a stage Every soldier played their part Some returned from hellish page Old men, old women watch new start Young cadets, serious faces shining Stand to attention at bugler's call Almost children these cadets pining To grow into men and women soldier's all Recognized Author Notes Contest entry for rhyming poem: On the 25th April we honour the fallen on ANZAC day (Australian and New Zealand Army Corps.) Young men rode their horses to the stations for signing up for war. They were full of fun horsemen. Only thinking of a free uniform and gun. The pay per week was four bob (four shillings in the old money - today would equate to roughly eighty cents. These youngsters had no idea what was facing them. Not many veterans are left today; those who are able to attend the War Memorial would be in their nineties. "They shall not grow old that we are left grow old. Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning - we will remember them." This is a quote that is part of the service quoted at every ANZAC DAY. The term "bumfluff" refers to a young man that has just started shaving his face.

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