David Mead
Searching, I worried somehow he was lost to me, That in this place, there may be nothing of him. But there; the name, his rank, a number, The regimental badge, that awful date, A simple plaque, a wooden stake, Beside a sapling. It was a smaller grove, a little distant, Though that would not […]
I have lived and worked overseas for many years, mainly in Cambodia, and am back briefly in Australia. One of my current trades is poetry and I composed two pieces relative to the Memorial Walk a few years ago. One More Plaque Late sunlight filters through the trees, Across bronze plaques beneath, […]
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