Gallipoli Memories

• Henry Corlett, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2014

Today I’ll tell you a story about my life when I was young. I left a town called Katoomba from there my trip begun.

Sadness fell upon my family when I had to leave
They made a bracelet for me so my memories were at my sleeve.

When I came to the docks I saw the the boat were my journey begun. But when the engine started I realised my life just became undone.

As the sun shone on Gallipoli my boat came rushing through the horizon. This wasn’t the first time I’ve seen blood, but the fumes made me feel like I drunk poison.

As I recall my time at Gallipoli my memories will always haunt me. From when I came back to Australia I always remember my time at Gallipoli