Monday, April 26, 2010

Week Seventeen: Anzac Parade

Well, it rained on the parade, but as it drenched us all, it added atmosphere to the procession through Arrowtown to the centoaph, the raising and lowering of the flag, the playing of the last post and the laying of the wreaths.

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.

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