QUT Rural Students

From everyone at QUT rural we wish you a very merry Christmas and a wet new year

On the 11th hour of the 11th day in the 11th month the great guns of war fell silent. To remember those who gave everything they had to this conflict and many others we ware poppies, a simple flower with a powerful meaning. We encourage everyone who is able to stop for a minute and reflect, either at an RSL service or on your own. this poem written on return to Australia highlights how not all who came home did so in one piece.

The farmer remembers the Somme (1920)
by Vance Palmer
Will they never fade or pass!
The mud, and the misty figures endlessly coming
In file through the foul morass,
And the grey flood-water ripping the reeds and grass,
And the steel wings drumming.

The hills are bright in the sun:
There's nothing changed or marred in the well-known places;
When work for the day is done
There's talk, and quiet laughter, and gleams of fun
On the old folks' faces.

I have returned to these:
The farm, and the kindly Bush, and the young calves lowing;
But all that my mind sees
Is a quaking bog in a mist - stark, snapped trees,
And the dark Somme flowing.

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At the going down of the sun, and in the morn, we will remember them.

Today is a day to rember the great sacrifices made by our Australian men and women in all conflicts. ANZAC day holds a special place in the hearts of those from rural and remote communities, who still hold services at simple memorial sites. Services that convey as much respect and mourning as much, if not more than those held all around the country today.
I would like to leave you with a poem that was written by a young man from a bush town years ago.

SIR

Sir - would it help if I shed a tear
I swear it’s the first time since this time last year
My spine is a tingle - my throat is all dry
As I stand to attention for all those who died

I watch the flag dancing half way down the pole
That damn bugle player sends chills to my soul
I feel the pride and the sorrow - there’s nothing the same
As standing to attention on ANZAC Day

So Sir - on behalf of the young and the free
Will you take a message when you finally do leave
To your mates that are lying from Tobruk to the Somme
The legend of your bravery will always live on

I’ve welcomed Olympians back to our shore
I’ve cheered baggy green caps and watched Wallabies score
But when I watch you marching (Sir) in that parade
I know these are the memories that never will fade

So Sir - on behalf of the young and the free
Will you take a message when you finally do leave
It’s the least we can do (Sir) to repay the debt
We’ll always remember you - Lest We Forget

Damian (Dib) Morgan 1998

Flinton was a big success again this year. Thanks to everyone who turned out and supported the club @ Flinton Races Easter Saturday