Gallipoli

• Anna Thomas, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2009

By Anna Thomas
The waves lapped against the shores of Gallipoli
Holding no grudges against anything or anyone
We landed at night expecting it to come easy
But as the sky was torn by shells and our ears burst by gunfire
I think all of us knew that only half of us would be leaving.

The officers put up tents for themselves
But we would be damned if we got any of that.
We were ordered to dig trenches.
Those officers didn’t realize we were cornering ourselves.

All us boys fell into a rhythm, Load, Fire! Load and Fire!
The wounded lay in heaps rotting, creating such a pong
All the men were thin, half starved.

Men in most battles fight for medals of bravery
We would feel so proud if we even made it back
Dear God I pray we get back alive
Benjamin Thomas was a lucky one.