WAR

• Ella Nilsson, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2018

Gallipoli was cold and full of sadness,
Bombs going off and people fighting for their lives.
Climbing behind Rocky Mountains and lighting cigarettes.
Wild waves and wounded men lying on the ground.
Everything has ended,
Men on the ground,
Destroyed hearts,
Tears running down peoples faces.
Bullets aimed I turn around then BOOM everything goes black.