WW1 Poem

• Connor Bryant, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2017

WW1 Poem

Gallipoli.
A well know name, where lieutenants commanded in shame,
Watching loyal men charge and take aim,
Only to be gunned down and slain where the land meets the sea.
To be remembered those soldiers will be,
To be buried while others respect them on one knee,
Knowing the sacrifice they made that day,
And where the dead lay, the poppies would grow,
Swaying to and fro.
And in the wind beneath the stars, their spirits will journey up afar,
Entering the heavens and one day meeting the people,
They loved from this world,
Where cheerful they will be in eternity.