War

• Niamh Windeatt, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2017

Today we fight
For our peace and pride
Our battle faces, with our chin held high
I stood up tall
Soon then I heard my sargents call.
My mate, took his last look at those wild Colombian boys.
5 months go by - hats off
I stare at that cross
Praying time will just stop.
The final year is here - oh the thought of coming home!
My mother, writing that note, I miss you.
11th November 1918
Silence falls - as peace is no longer stolen.
Men, we are coming home!
Lay the poppies down on Flinders field.
Now this is the noise of a war that is sealed.