Anzac Day

Lest We Forget

Lest we forget? Lest we forget what?

The beach, the bush and the freedom I’ve got!

It’s always been here, since I was a boy.

My clothes, my friends, my family, my toys!

I live by the beach, enjoy the sand and the sea.

There could be no better place to live for me.

The restrictions I have, in a life full of fun,

Are only restricted by my dad and mum!

The things they have seen, the lessons they have learned!

They will instil them in me, and their trust I will earn!

For they know the past, and the stories of old.

Stories that must forever be told!

Stories of courage, of strength and determination.

Stories that have moulded and shaped this great nation!

Stories about heroes, about good men and women.

Stories that give me the great life that I am living!

But sadly, I know, these heroes I will never meet!

Still I will march in their memory, on their day, Down George Street!

I will march for the heroes that didn't come home

And I know I'll be marching for the ones left alone!

My great grandads were there, left behind the ones that they loved!

So I could live in this great land and live the life that I love!

One grandpa came home and one grandpa laid to rest.

So proudly I wear both their medals on my chest!

I thank you my heroes, from the bottom of my heart.

The young man the donkey, with his master and cart!

Be proud of yourselves and hold your heads high.

Enjoy what you have saved from your perch in the sky!

Anzacs they call you and Anzacs you are

God please love the Anzacs because two are my pa’s.

Anzac poem written by a 12-year-old boy from Sydney

Anzac Day Display

Thank you to Deb Thompson and the students from 1405 for their wonderful work which is currently displayed on the admin block opposite the playground.