ANZAC Poems

A couple of beautiful pieces of poetry from students in our class about ANZAC

Swiftly moving across the field Staying on guard, not being held
Running through the smoke and fog
Looking around for a people alike
Seeing nothing, not even a target walking through the smoke
He found a place with shelter and permanent peace.

By Angel


Family members marching towards the danger of war, making the ultimate sacrifice for their country and loved ones freedom. 
Gallipoli, the sounds of soldier’s guns roaring throughout the country.
Troops coming out of their trenches, running and screaming out their battle cries towards the enemy, as many soldiers fall, bleeding out.
Planes would be heard from a few miles away dropping bombs, costing many lives or injuries. Soldiers suffering throughout the hot steaming summer and freezing in the frosty winter.
Silence was hardly made.
They shall never grow old, as we are left to grow old, age shall not weary them, nor years will condemn them, at the going down of the sun, and in the morning. We will remember them.

 By Hana