This week for ANZAC Day we researched about a (maybe) folk-lore about a soldier with a unfinished drink.
There was a poem about a soldier named La Tour Mollet D’Auvergne also known by Ted who broght a drink and went of to war. The poem went like this: There’s a bottle of beer in the Waihao Forks bar, From the rest on the shelf it stands out like a star.For its shape is old fashioned and it just might be purple and the label proclaims that its “Ballins Four X”,GTT was bought a long time ago by a young soldier brave;On his final leave home, these are the instructions He gave. “Don’t break it or sell it, just keep it in store,and we’ll drink it when I come back home from the war. ”He was killed overseas on the Island of Crete When they battled it out with the German elite.There’s a headstone but nobody knows where he Lies, If he sleeps his last sleep ‘neath the sea or the skies. But the bottle still remains at the Country Hotel, A memorial stands to a soldier who fell, travellers and locals take time out to think Of the soldier who never came home for his drink.,And somehow a glow by the bottle is Shed. As poppies surround it and edge it with red,For each Anzac Day there’s a new one to put there and they lie like a wreath round that bottle of Beer., There are many stone cairns scattered over the land, But I wonder how many are polished by hand. Though the cap is all rusty and outshines the Chrome, As it waits for the soldier who never came home.
Our class researched about this and we got to learn more about Ted, The bilions of peoples that servied thier contries and about the people that payed thier respects to the lost souls.
