Faye Sizemore


I hear footsteps…
from half the world away
Australia is marching for Anzac Day
There are those stepping lively
and those marching slowly
and those like me, marching only in their mind
They march in memory
to a place where for them the road does wind
and there they may be joined
by those who were left behind
There is the sound of many feet
marching in honor in the street
Listen, I can hear them come
as though marching to a single drum
The marching sound is deafening,
footsteps growing ever louder,
for in remembering their own,
their steps do become prouder…

Author’s Note: For my friend Colin F. Jones and for Australia and New Zealand