I saw a kid marchin with medals on his chest.
He marched alongside diggers marching six
abreast.
He knew that it was Anzac day-he walked
along with pride.
He did his best to keep in step with the Diggers
by his side.
And when the march was over the kid
was rather tired.
A Digger said "whose medals, son?" to which
the kid replied:
"They belong to daddy, but he did not come back.
He died up in New Guinea on a lonely jungle
track"
The kid looked rather sad then and a tear came
to his eye.
The Digger said "Don't cry my son and i will tel you
why.
Your daddy marched with us today - all the
blooming way.
We Diggers know that he was there - it's like
that on ANZAC DAY".
The kid looked rather puzzled and didn't
understand,
But the Digger went on talking and started to
wave his hand.
"For this great land we live in, there's a price we
have to pay
For we all love fun and merriment in this country
where we live.
The price was that some soldier his precious life
must give.
For you to go to school my lad and worship god
at will,
Your dad died for us my son - for all things
good and true.
I wonder if you understand the things i've said
to you".
The kid looked up at the Digger - just for a little
while
And with a changed expression, said, with a lovely
smile:
"I know my dad marched here today - this is
ANZAC Day.
I know he did, i know he did, all the bloomin
way".
ANZAC poem
I saw a kid marchin with medals on his chest. He marched alongside
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Aug 26, 2012 6:58am
