Ryan Snow, Grade 10, Taroona High School
IF these walls could talk they'd sing a sombre song,
of bloodshed and days longer gone.
A world of uniform fighting,
when bombings were as regular as church bells.
When a boy became a man at thirteen,
and he was lucky to see thirty.
Sitting here contemplating the reality of mortality.
Realising how grateful we should be,
to those who gave up a-lot more than you and me.