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?
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:)