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Lest We Forget
There’s a whole lot of talk
About changing of our flag.
They’ve already spent a ransom
On new fangled rags.
But there’s a thought out there
That she’s not done yet,
Let’s take time to remember,
Lest we forget.
She has flown over us
Since nineteen hundred and two,
And often she’s seen
A pretty grim view.
She was there at the Somme,
Passchendaele, Gallipoli,
Watching her people
dying to be free.
In tatters at times
Ragged and torn,
But still flying high
At the breaking of dawn.
She flew on the land
She flew on the sea
She flew anywhere
She was asked to be.
Sometimes the buggers
They blew her apart.
But that didn’t matter
She flew in our hearts.
Then the next damn war …
You’d think she’d had enough
But that old Southern Cross
Refused to give up
On those underneath her ….
Despairing …. alone..
She flew for their loved ones,
For their land and their homes.
Then finally an end.
D Day and such
She lay on the caskets
One final touch.
She flew from the pole
To the buglers call
She was there
When we tried to make sense of it all.
She was there through the sad times
Of that there’s no doubt
But that isn’t all this old flag is about.
Hillary, Rutherford, Jean Batten,
All top of their class
Billy T, Fred Dagg and now the Concords
When we need a laugh.
Kiri Te Kanawa, The Finns, Lorde….
We’re not known to brag
But they were all born
Under the Southern Cross flag.
Halberg, Snell, Yvette Williams and John Walker
Have all stood tall
As they saw her raised
Above one and all.
The All Blacks have always got the job done.
And guess who was there at every one?
Hadley…. Crowe …. McCullum as well
The never ending stories this flag gets to tell.
She may well be on her death bed
But she’s not quite done yet
She has still has those three words to say..
” Lest we forget “
By Anonymous.
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