A Time For Everything

• Toby Gange, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2018

Off they go to board their ships and sail a sea of waves and dips.
Upon the ocean they rock about, some die before they make it out.
Out of the ships, across the cove, a ghastly ambush from above.
Quick, quick, into that cave, from the gruesome bullets they are safe.
Ecclesiastes 3:8; a time to love and a time to hate.
A time for war and a time for peace.
Hopefully soon the war would cease…
The Allies tried hard, and they won the war,
But many people died, and there was lots of gore,
A few returned home, safe and sound,
Some of them were never found.
They died upon the field, under blood and sweat,
And on ANZAC day as we watch the sun set,
We all bow our heads and say, “Lest We Forget”.

They will not grow old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall
not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the
sun, and in the morning, we shall remember them. Lest we forget.