Gallipoli

• Will Conroy , Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2015

It was a hot summers day when the Anzacs went ashore,
Ready to fight a long war,
Guns in hand and feeling quite grand,
But to only to be met by the Turks defending their land,
Down in the trenches, covering from the enemy fire,
everyone was feeling quiet dire,
As soldiers are Laid by the many,
Most not even the age of twenty,
Finally it was time to return home,
The gun shots had stopped,
Everyone tied and a little bit knocked around,
Everyone with a big frown,
Saying the final goodbye to their fallen mates,
Getting on the boat for their final journey, ready to see what decides their fate.