Our graves. And oh! how many country boys
Rest not below the Southern Cross
Of home.
One hundred years - we do not sleep
But restless ghostly vigil keep
among the crosses in their rows
Where myth and memory are met
We make those blood red poppies blow
Year by year - lest you forget.
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