Pastures Green - Poem

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Written after the announcement by Keith Holyoake that New Zealand will contribute troops to Vietnam.

Pastures green, poppy fields,
graves for soldiers fallen.
A wooden cross marks a resting place,
a thousand miles from loved ones.

Rusted wire, silent guns,
trenches torn and broken.
A helmet rests on a rifle butt,
the tools of war unspoken.

Anzac Days, colours blaze,
their battle honours borne on.
Old men march and a bugle plays,
in memory of the fallen.


© Mike Subritzky, 1965

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