The Peninsula - An ANZAC Poem
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Shanni Cohen, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2022
Both sides stormed across the peninsula,
Each of them deeply, unchangeably insular,
The blood on the beach dried up, never-changing,
Even as all of the bodies were aging.
After they left, a storm swept the land,
Individually cleaning small rocks of sand.
And on the tough soil?
Small poppies grew,
Sweetly sincere as a nice, warm meat stew.
Lest We Forget