Galipoli
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Ava Warner, Grade 6H
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Poetry
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2016
Soldiers line up in Gallipoli with guns in their hands,
they run up the shore against the warm sand.
Bullets rain down like a cold stormy day,
shooting the soldiers, the warm sand they will lay.
Bombs dropping down like snow to a storm,
soldiers are dying but in our hearts they're still warm.