A silk poppy for you

And another for me

We’ll add the last two

To the Anzac tree.

A special memorial

To the men that were lost

Lest we Forget,

We have spared no cost.


A tree in remembrance

Planted just for them

Covered with red poppies

From leaf to stem.

Aussies and New Zealanders

Together they did stand

In brave defense

Of their precious homeland.


They had to be frightened

They had to be scared

But together they did

Much more than they dared.

Yet for all their bravery

Their lives they did give

It was a time and a cause

We hope to never relive.


New Zealander and Aussie

Made the ultimate sacrifice

For family and country

When each gave up their life.

In their honour each year

It was vowed to recall

The many precious lives

How so many did fall. 

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    If we don't remember, we will forget!

My name is Sharon Cunningham and I would love to live in a stress-free world of love and joy. I live there when I write! When I’m not writing, I live where you live: on the outskirts of Nirvana! I’m a daughter, a sister, a mother, a wife and a grandmother, and I cherish every role I’ve been blessed with. During the day I’m a paralegal. The rest of the time, I’m a grounded dreamer. I try to not so much write a poem, rather to allow a poem to write itself. My desire is that my writings create a window in our serious and stressful day that allows you and I a brief moment of sharing in an expression of the joie de vivre, love of life.



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