by Judith Schofield | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
We ventured across the sea, young and old, in search of a memory, a story From the sunny shores that had never known war, to the timeless fields of France where once the blood of the new generation bloomed as brightly as the poppies The last Anzac was soon to die –...
by Judith Schofield | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
The whistle blew and, veiled in a dense cloud of smoke, the train pulled out on its long journey to the battlefields A face caught my eye, the face of a young man barely out of adolescence, His thin, pale face shadowed by the sombre khaki of his feather-trimmed hat...
