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The Anzac on the wall - by Jim Brown

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Mike's Comments - 16/4/2014.

Subject: " The Anzac on the wall - by Jim Brown "

I have as I am sure many of you have read this before.

However I believe it is such a good descriptive poem and with ANZAC day only days away it is worth a second read if not more??

" Lets We Forget "

Mike Howe.

The Anzac on the wall.



                                                   
The Anzac on the Wall
By Jim Brown

I wandered thru a country town, 'cos I had some time to spare,
And went into an Antique Shop to see what was in there.
Old Bikes and Pumps and Kero lamps, but hidden by it all,
A photo of a soldier boy … An Anzac on the Wall.

'The Anzac have a name?' I asked. The old man answered 'No’,
The ones who could have told you mate, have passed on long ago.
The old man kept on talking and, according to his tale,
The photo was unwanted junk, bought from a clearance sale.

'I asked around,' the old man said, 'But no one knows his face,
He's been on that wall twenty years .... deserves a better place.
For someone must have loved him, so it seems a shame somehow.'
I nodded in agreement and then said … 'I'll take him now.'
My nameless digger's photo, well it was a sorry sight
A cracked glass pane and a broken frame … I had to make it right
To prise the photo from its frame I took care just in case,
Cause only sticky paper held the cardboard back in place.
I peeled away the faded screed, and much to my surprise,
two letters and a telegram, appeared before my eyes
The first reveals my Anzac's name, and regiment of course
John Mathew Francis Stuart … of Australia ’s own Light Horse.
This letter written from the front ... my interest now was keen;
this note was dated August 7th, 1917

'Dear Mum, I'm at Khalasa Springs, not far from the Red Sea
They say it's in the Bible … looks like a Billabong to me.
'My Kathy wrote, I'm in her prayers … she's still my bride to be,
I just can’t wait to see you both, you're all the world to me.
And Mum you'll soon meet Bluey, last month they shipped him out
I told him to call on you, when he's up and about.'
'That bluey is a larrikin, and we all thought it funny,
He lobbed a Turkish hand grenade into the Co’s dunny.
I told you how he dragged me wounded; in from no man's land
He stopped the bleeding, closed the wound, with only his bare
hand.'
'Then he copped it at the front, from some stray shrapnel blast,
It was my turn to drag him in, and I thought he wouldn't last.
He woke up in hospital, and nearly lost his mind
Cause out there on the battlefield, he'd left one leg behind.'
'He's been in a bad way Mum, he knows he'll ride no more
Like me he loves a horse's back, he was a champ before.
So Please Mum can you take him in, he's been like my own brother
Raised in a Queensland orphanage he’s never known a mother.'
But Struth, I miss Australia Mum, and in my mind each day
I am a mountain cattleman, on the high plains far away.
I'm mustering white-faced cattle, with no camel's hump in sight,
and I waltz my Matilda, by a campfire every night
I wonder who rides Billy …!! I heard the pub burnt down!!
I'll always love you … and please say Hooroo, to all in town'.
The second letter I could see, was in a lady's hand,
An answer to her soldier son, there in a foreign land.
Her copperplate was perfect, the pages neat and clean
it bore the date, November 3rd 1917.
'T'was hard enough to lose your Dad, without you at the war
I'd hoped you would be home by now … each day I miss you more'

'Your Kathy calls around a lot, since you have been away,
To share with me her hopes and dreams, about your wedding day.
And Bluey has arrived … and what a godsend he has been
We talked and laughed for days, about the things you've done and seen'

'He really is a comfort, and works hard around the farm,
I read the same hope in his eyes, that you won't come to harm.
Mc Connell's kids rode Billy, but suddenly that has changed.
We had a violent lightning storm, and it was really strange.'
'Last Wednesday, just on midnight, not a single cloud in sight,
It raged for several minutes, it gave us all a fright.
It really spooked your Billy … and he screamed and bucked and reared,
And then he rushed the sliprail fence, which by a foot he
cleared'

'They brought him back next afternoon, but something's changed I fear,
It's like the day you brought him home, for no one can get near.
Remember when you caught him, with his black and flowing mane?
Now Horse Breakers fear the beast, that only you can tame,'
'That's why we need you home son …… Then the flow of ink went dry ……
This letter was unfinished … and I couldn't work out why.
Until I started reading, the letter, number three A yellow telegram delivered news of a tragedy.
Her son killed in action … Oh! What pain that must have been,
the same date as her letter … 3rd November 1917
This letter which was never sent, became then one of three.
She sealed behind the photo's face … the face she longed to see.
And John's home town's children, when he went to war,
Would say no greater cattleman, had left the town before.
They knew his widowed mother well, and with respect did tell,
How when she lost her only boy … she lost her mind as well.
She could not face the awful truth, to strangers she would speak
“My Johnny's at the war you know … he's coming home next week.”
They all remembered Bluey, he stayed on to the end.
A young man with wooden leg, became her closest friend.
And he would go and find her when she wandered, old and weak,
and always softly say … 'Yes dear … John will be coming home next week.'

Then when she died, Bluey moved on … to Queensland some did say.
I tried to find out where he went, but don't know to this day.
And Kathy never wed, a lonely spinster… some found odd.
She wouldn't set foot in a church … she'd turned her back on God.
John's mother left no Will, I learned, on my detective trail.
This explains my photo's journey, of that clearance sale.
So I continued digging, cause, I wanted to know more.
I found John's name with thousands, in the records of the war.

His last ride proved his courage… a ride you will acclaim
The Light Horse Charge at Beersheba of everlasting fame.
That last day in October back in 1917,
at 4pm our brave boys fell … that sad fact I did glean.
That's when John's life was sacrificed, the record's crystal
clear.
But 4pm in Beersheba is midnight over here ....
So as John's gallant sprit rose, to cross the great divide,
Were lightning bolts back home, a signal from the other side?
Is that why Billy bolted, and went racing as in pain …?
Because he'd never feel his master, on his back again …!
Was it coincidental …? Same time ... Same day … Same date …!
Some proof of numerology … or just a quirk of fate …?

I think it's more than that you know, as I've heard wiser men,
Acknowledge there are many things, that go beyond our ken

Where craggy peaks guard secrets, neath dark skies torn asunder,
Where hoof beats are companions, to the rolling waves of thunder

Where lightning cracks like 303's, and ricochets again,
Where howling moaning gusts of wind, sound just like dying men
Some Mountain cattlemen have sworn, on lonely alpine track,
They've glimpsed a huge black stallion …with Light Horseman on his back.
                                               
Yes Sceptics say, it's swirling clouds, just forming apparitions.
Oh No, My friend you can't dismiss all this as, superstition.

The desert of Beersheba … or a windswept Aussie range,
John Stuart rides on forever there … I don't find that at all strange.
Now some gaze upon this photo, and they often question me,
and I tell them a small white lie, and say he's family.

'You must be proud of him.' they say … I tell them, one and all,
That's why he takes … the pride of place …
The Anzac on the Wall.
                                               
Lest We Forget



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