Gallipoli

• Sam Steel, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2007

I feel the mud up to my ankles
I hear the firing all around me
I taste the dusty air which is so dry
I smell the dust going up my nose
I feel the dirt on my hands
I hear the men yelling to start the evacuation
I close my eyes to the war and
I feel my soft bed
I hear my sister playing
I taste the sweet air of home
I smell my mum’s cooking
When I open my eyes I see my family waiting for me