Lest we forget - all who died on country

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Making Peas/ce after the COLONIAL ERA CONFLICTS

Making Peas/ce after the COLONIAL ERA CONFLICTSMaking Peas/ce after the COLONIAL ERA CONFLICTS

The Poppy and the Pea Poem

by Hazel Davies

This poem invites comparison between the Flanders Poppy and the Desert Pea in remembering loss of life during conflict. 

Video on Youtube 1:45 mins

The Poppies and the Peas


 In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Their silky memories shape and soak our nation’s grieving walls

Red song lines resurrect the lost to love

And love is given up to hope

We clutch the poppy to our breast

And to the creviced walls we press in… and press on


Talisman of a transplanted nation

Whose portal steps are found in blood.

We cover, cover with the red

The bloody truth of our dead


Now flowing in the country’s heart

The pea flower tells 

Of dead who lie and cry goes up

First nation’s blood soaks and grieves our soil

Fiery memory lost to shame.



Bravely now with trembling hands

We must pluck the poppy with the pea

Whose battle song line

Must needs be resurrected from lost to love

Uncover, uncover with the red 

The bloody truth of our dead

In Australian Fields.


©Hazel Davies June 2015


For our Original Peoples, whose blood cries up from Country

Back to Making Peas/ce

We Remember Aborginal War Deaths on Country

    Co Vida - together we live

    The Frontier Wars Sturt Desert Pea Making Peasce Wreath

    Together we are apart,

    This ANZAC Day.

    Eyes wide open,

    Ears attuned afresh. 

    Mouths masked we gasp,

    At the enemy in the air and 

    The enemy within. 

    Taken! The cry!

    Kin and country,

    Mowed down!

    National wounds 

    Wring our hands in anguish.

    The Sacred is silenced.


    Prisoners of war,

    Ball and chain, 

    COVID comrades, 

    We are all the same!

    Courage under fire sparks 

    Embers of hope.

    Go over the top dear friends!

    Until the ceasefire.


    Spirit of the digger!

    Spirit of us!


    Soap and suds,

    Soap and suds,

    Wash our sins away!


    Ahh ..now we see!!

    Ears attuned afresh. 

    Mouths masked we gasp,

    At the enemy in the air and

    The enemy within...

    Forgetfulness. 

    Lest We Forget,

    The massacred ones, 

    Back then...

    Black brethren.

    Taken! The cry!

    Kin and country

    Mowed down! 

    National wounds 

    Wring our hands in anguish. 

    The sacred is silenced. 


    Prisoners of war,

    Ball and chain, 

    COVID comrades now,

    We are all the same!

    Courage under fire sparks 

    Embers of hope.

    Go over the top dear friends!

    Until the ceasefire. 


    Lest We Forget

    The Frontier Wars.

    For those who died

    On country.

    Co Vida…….

    For together we live. 


    Spirit of the digger!

    Spirit of the Black Fella!

    Spirit of us! 


    Soap and suds,

    Soap and suds, 

    Wash our sins away! 


    © Hazel Davies 2020

      

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