Graves at Anzac
The Hopeless Dawn
The Never-Ending Chase
Whilst seated one day in my dug-out,
Weary and ill at ease,
I saw a gunner carefully
Scanning his sunburnt knees;
I asked him why he was searching,
And what he was looking for,
But his only reply was a long-drawn sigh
As he quietly killed one more.
Am. Park.