ANZAC Poem

• Alis Raja, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2019

I am the person who went to to war
The sun is going up and down

I hear the gun being pressed
shooting at my friends
Sacrificing their lives for our land

I look at the dim
And look at the graves
My friends are laying beneath the soil
The poppies are growing on top them

On 25 April we all remember
For the people who saved our land