Battlefield

• Thomas Haley, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2015

Bullets shooting past their heads?
As innocent young men trudged?
Towards Anzac Beach?
Trenches were home for 8 long months?
Lice infested clothes, biting sweaty skin.?
Explosions coming from all over the place?
Fearless on the frontline?
Injured men lying on the ground?
Enemy fire taking out our soldiers?
Landmines hidden?
Dangerous, deadly, duty