Dimensions
242 x 242 x 4mm
Illustrated by Lisa Allen.
A poignant look at war through the eyes of a former member of the 18th Battalion. Told in rhyme it takes place on Anzac Day when an old man and a young boy meet - the young boy wide-eyed and wanting to hear the glories of war and death; the old man quietly sad to remember the reality of what was faced.
Age won't weary him, he saidBut boy it's wearied meHe looked out over the young one's headAnd the past was all he could see.
