ANZAC DAY DAWN SERVICE
Maryborough, QLD.
Surrounding the Cenotaph at beautiful Queens Park in Maryborough
on this perfect Autumn dawn,
hundreds gather, Covid19 style, to honour and remember the
brave men and women who left the shores of Australia and New Zealand
to fight in a war for the freedom treasured today.
The minutes silence following the Last Post was clear as crystal
Only the dawn’s birdsong blessing the human silence.
Kara 35 ( ex-military) , Glenn 37 chose to fly the original Federation Flag, the flag
The ANZACS fought under.
“This design was chosen by the people in Federation, 1901,” Glenn said.
Thirteen-year-old Kastor held a flag featuring ANZAC DAY.
Tara, wore her great grandfather Emment William’s medals.
Tara was spotted sitting on the fence
in Queens Park overlooking the Mary River capturing this special sunrise on her Iphone.
Tara’s grandfather, a Rat of Tobruk, a Tiaro man, is buried in the Tiaro cemetery.
Tara said that she feels immensely proud of her great grandfather.
The 32-year-old said she is eager to learn about The rats of Tobruk and what her
Great grandfather experienced.
National Serviceman David, from Nambour said he was disappointed
to have missed some of the service which started at 5:30 am.
He had read the Dawn Service been advertised to begin at 5:45.
“But if that was the worst that happened today, it is not a bad day, he said.
Maryborough woman Joneen said it was an honour to be gathered at the Cenotaph this year.
The 70-year-old remembers one year ago in 2020
when the global pandemic put a stop to all social gatherings.
“ It was still lovely last year, we flew the flag in our backyard.”
ODE OR REMEMBRANCE
THEY shall not grow old,
As we that are weary 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.
LEST WE FORGET.
IN FLANDERS FIELD
By John McRae 1872- 1918
In Flanders Fields, the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved and
Now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch ; be yours
To hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though
Poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.
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