STUMBLING along half–lit paths with street lights shrouded in mist
A chilly morning as I walk, not worrying about sleep missed
Cars chugging along annoyed at their early start
People Walking to their destination, walking to Bright's heart.
The heart this morning was the ANZAC memorial in the main street
A mumbled good morning said to other strangers going to the ANZAC meet
To the sepulchral monument...
