Nancy L. Meek


a lone dawn-lit horse
with empty boots in reverse
knightless we stand-to

ANZAC vets salute
fresh-plucked wild Rosemary sprigs
to pressed lapels cling

half-mast flags flutter
stunned by rolling gun volleys
day’s sun bids farewell

a song for our dead
the flowers of the forest
in bold sunset sway

off-duty soldiers
hearken to the bugler’s call
the Last Post today

two silent minutes
red poppies splattered on wreaths
tick-tock the toll

inverted rifles
arms rest on weapons of war
death’s peace to convey

in green fields they fell
between dawn and sunset’s glow
asleep in God’s arms