Dawn – Anzac Day 2015.
When I was preparing the post on the Somme Battlefield a few days ago, I felt that it would be important on Anzac Day to be in a special place at dawn … Somewhere alone, and with time to watch the coming of the new day and reflect on the words of the Ode – To the Fallen, a poem by the English poet and writer Laurence Binyon.
“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.”
Everyone knows these words but in our busy lives it’s hard to pause long enough to feel them.
And standing in the dark on the banks of the Macquarie River near Dubbo after capturing the night sky arching across the landscape, it is a most natural thing to be thankful for the privilege of being alive and so close to nature. And on this day, to remember the Fallen in all wars.
This place, here under these Eucalypt trees is the site of the Australian Explorer John Oxley’s Campsite. He, George Evans and 14 men camped here for 2 nights in June 1818 at the beginning of their great journey of exploration down the Macquarie River to find the the Inland Sea – thought to exist in western NSW.
Inspired by Ailsa’s Travel Theme … Trees