More than ANZAC days and boundless plains…

I haven’t sung the second verse of the national anthem for years, and yet it wasn’t because of forgotten words that I couldn’t sing it today. Rather, standing in the middle of Martin Place, earlier than I’d ever been awake let alone cognizant, the following words couldn’t get past a very hard lump in my throat: “For those who’ve come across the seas, we’ve boundless … Continue reading More than ANZAC days and boundless plains…