Leading up to the day I felt surrounded by shame
That only officials could honour the fallen
On waking one morning during March
I knew to who that magpie was warbling
An idea to phone Seymour Community Radio
Swooped into my head
I later rang leaving a message
Along lines that sort of said
“This is the unknown poet and I’d like to read some war time poems
A few by authors also unknown most likely now at rest
Including one by a local gent penned in 1925 ‘An Aussie’s Last Request‘
Maybe you could record them
For playback on ANZAC day
If you’re doing some sort of program preparation
And need to fill a little space.”
Not expecting to hear anything back I left it at that
Stalking other dreams to show I am grateful
Bless the someone who came up with holding candles in our driveways
5.55 am mildly appeases sentiment
Until lo and behold I felt part of a fold when the station contacted me
I explained my intention much better
He seemed to understand the endeavour
So I made myself like elastigirl flexible to suit this fellow’s schedule
We met 10am sharp the following Saturday laying all 8 poems down
In the order I’d practised them so this tongue wouldn’t stumble around
(My stand in the face of COVID-19
For forcing a change in the way we live
This pleb was possessed to still be marking her respect
For every Soldier alive active or retired and those so dearly missed)
Mighty appreciation exploded when Greg informed me of the show
Texting “They will be played from 7am after the news on every hour”
I’d already been told transmission reaches Puckapunyal Army Base towers
I felt relieved to believe how lucky I was to be included for the tribulations
Knowing caused a powerful daze
Confirming I am directed by God’s Good Saving Grace
Lest We Forget
- D-L Fitzgerald
That only officials could honour the fallen
On waking one morning during March
I knew to who that magpie was warbling
An idea to phone Seymour Community Radio
Swooped into my head
I later rang leaving a message
Along lines that sort of said
“This is the unknown poet and I’d like to read some war time poems
A few by authors also unknown most likely now at rest
Including one by a local gent penned in 1925 ‘An Aussie’s Last Request‘
Maybe you could record them
For playback on ANZAC day
If you’re doing some sort of program preparation
And need to fill a little space.”
Not expecting to hear anything back I left it at that
Stalking other dreams to show I am grateful
Bless the someone who came up with holding candles in our driveways
5.55 am mildly appeases sentiment
Until lo and behold I felt part of a fold when the station contacted me
I explained my intention much better
He seemed to understand the endeavour
So I made myself like elastigirl flexible to suit this fellow’s schedule
We met 10am sharp the following Saturday laying all 8 poems down
In the order I’d practised them so this tongue wouldn’t stumble around
(My stand in the face of COVID-19
For forcing a change in the way we live
This pleb was possessed to still be marking her respect
For every Soldier alive active or retired and those so dearly missed)
Mighty appreciation exploded when Greg informed me of the show
Texting “They will be played from 7am after the news on every hour”
I’d already been told transmission reaches Puckapunyal Army Base towers
I felt relieved to believe how lucky I was to be included for the tribulations
Knowing caused a powerful daze
Confirming I am directed by God’s Good Saving Grace
Lest We Forget
- D-L Fitzgerald
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