Adam Waite, Grade 6
In one minute's silence you can imagine the grinding in your guts as the iron bark bows
The Australian boats hit the shore line of Gallipoli and bursts of blood flew as they were lashed with flying lead.
Rain lashed them like tears of joy in the bitter Turkish winter and the perfect lack of sound of a war that has ended
And hope that the soldiers shall not wake to the hushed foot steps of the soldiers that are leaving and the heroes who shaded their blood on this no more horrible but forsaken land