Miller Family

ANZAC DAY 2008

In memory of :

46,000 Aussie boys who died in Flander's fields

A grandpa, who I never knew who came back but died before his time

His little girl, who in vacant mood waits, and waits, and waits ...

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.