Kokoda

• Matthew Richards, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2012

Rustle, rustle, rustle
The leaves are shaking, something’s there.
I go to look, gun at the ready.
Then out of no where, all around us, we’re surrounded.
BAM! BAM! BAM! All guns are blazing.
BAM! BAM! BAM! My ears are ringing.
We’re outnumbered but still we fight,
One down, two down, but still we fight,
The guns are silent, one battle won.
So close to home so still we fight.