Homeward Bound

Highlander, Volume 1, Issue 9, 7 April 1945, Page 2

Homeward Bound

'THERE’S a bugle note, A There’s a ship afloat. Arriving on the tide, There are L.C.P.’s Full of old Kiwis All making for her side. They've waited months, They'Ve waited years, They've dreamt and dreamt again Some on the desert, Some on the crag, Some with the Hun, Some with the Slav,. £ Some in the sick bay, Some standing by ; "All with one thought: Oh ! to be home again, And here she is, She’s taking them home. She may not be lovely, She may not have form. . But she’s something that sails O’er the seas. She might go in convoy, She might go alone, But however she goes, She’s taking them home. Home to that island, The southmost of all . \ Which names like Dunedin And Christchurch recall. Home to New Zealand Oh God! What a day, Do you hear the mate' calling— The anchor's aweigh. J, W. Carr