ANZAC Day, Bathurst 2009
We join the small crowdand stand awkwardly
withered like old leaves and as grey as the sky -
a little platoon of tweed coats,
wending its way up the street.
waving tired arms to the watching crowd,
There was a time
these men once young
heard applause like thunder
and grateful cheers
as they marched these same streets.
is hesitant and half hearted.
I look down,
half-ashamed to add my own
to this paltry offering.