April The Twenty-Fifth
April The Twenty-Fifth
A dull day,
then a bright day;
with both accompanied by a fresh breeze;
fresh enough to freeze
the bones from a dull man,
or a bright one.
Every day is like this,
or unlike this.
Differing in various ways,
it’s a daze.
April The Twenty-Fifth
a day just like the rest,
now, where did I put my old string vest?
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Down here in Oz and NZ, April 25 is ANZAC Day, and it’s special. For some of us, it’s the most special day of the year.
A day unlike the rest, perhaps?
Very true, Cage, one person’s dull is being somebody else’s fabulous – we commemorated ANZAC day in the Blue Mountains in 2014 – very moving and not to be taken lightly.
G:)