April 25, 2015
On 25th April, the day of the landings at Gallipoli, I want to remember the young volunteers from Australia and New Zealand who put their lives on the line to fight the brave fight a hundred years ago. My father, Bogdan Stojić, was a volunteer, too. He served as a medical orderly in the Serbian Army at the time.
The poem in this post is dedicated to the heroes of both World Wars as well as those in present wars, as, unfortunately, humans have not yet found a way to resolve conflicts without the use of arms. The poem was written for Susan Budig’s Mindful Poetry Contest 2012. It was first published by narratorAUSTRALIA (now narratorINTERNATIONAL) online and in print in narratorAUSTRALIA, Volume Two. It also appears in my book Dreams On My Pillow.
The Anzac March
My Muse, oh please help me write a poem
In thoughts I see the bloody battlefields
Anzac Marchers proud and very solemn
The battling soldier heartfelt prayer shields
He fights against the wicked, never yields
Returns per chance a hero, shell-shocked, maimed
Or killed, the stuff that always wartime wields
Blood and tears are shed, victor is proclaimed
See the medals, hear the bagpipe’s rhythm
Cheers to all who fought for sacred freedom
The decuain is a ten-line rhyming form in iambic pentameter created by Shelley A. Cephas.The rhyming pattern in this decuain is: ababbcbcaa.
My father always marched with Frank Hebbard, his POW camp mate in WWII, under the 2/6 Australian General Hospital banner. He is the marcher smiling at us, wearing a blue jacket with his medals for bravery.
My father, Dr Bogdan Stojić, who was Lieutanant-Colonel in reserve in the Yugoslav Army, with Mum and me after completing the Anzac March in Sydney in 1988, aged 95.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
(From the “Ode of Remembrance”)
LEST WE FORGET
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