Given we are soon to commemorate 100 years since ANZAC, it begs the
following question. Why can’t our nation have such a forest of trees? It
would seem appropriate to include a history trail commencing at the
entrance to such a living memorial.
A FOREST FOR OUR FALLEN
Many of our youth in times gone by
Answered the Nation’s call
Now in foreign fields they lie
Banded together close to where they did fall
Others sleeping in places we know not where
Thusa dream I share with you to dare
A tree for each fallen warrior in a forest of green
On a sacred site beneath the Southern Cross
In regimental lines spread further than can be seen
A place for pilgrims to honour those we lost
To walk a path shaded by protective wooden arms
A living breathing forestat peace and far from harm
Imagine such a place where gentle winds drift by
When spirits whispera faint but familiar coo-ee
Nesting coloured birds answer with screeching cry
Furry folk gathering seed pause to listen neath the
trees
While ghostly shadows flitter and wooden giants sigh
Where tomorrow’s youth can reflect and understand
why
George Mansford©march 2011
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