Gabriella Moro, Grade 7, Mary MacKillop College
As I march, I remember the ANZAC’s
Carrying those big, heavy, green packs.
They arrived on the shore of Gallipoli
Under heavy gunfire from the soldiers of Turkey.
As I hear the bugle play its solemn tunes
I think of the ANZAC’s as they charge up the dunes
I wonder how it felt, what were they thinking
The enemy, the loss, their hopes were shrinking
So many men fell, it was their greatest fear.
But they had to keep going, there was no time for tears
As I lay down a wreath,
I see the solders all lined up in a row, mourning the ANZAC’s and the foe.
We remember how we could never pay the debt,
But we shall always remember
Lest we forget.