War on gallipoli
Byron Miller, Grade 7, Trinity Catholic College
As I clamber onto the beach with deadly bullets flying past my head
I climb down into my trench and all I see is red.
Red the colour of the bodies scattered on the ground
None of them even making a sound.
My heart is beating a hundred miles per hour
The taste of the air is bitter and sour.
I take my rifle and bayonet in hand charge up the hill
And the only words in my mind are kill kill kill.
I am almost at the top now firing at the turks
Running full pelt to where I know danger lurks.
Then suddenly I fall, no more ground to gain
And my mind goes back to where I felt no pain.
To the golden plains and open skies
It's the last thing I think of before I close my eyes.