Family mail - anzac poem

• Matt Hope, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2006

I TRUDGE THROUGH THE MUD AND OTHER THINGS
I CANNOT BEAR TO LOOK
I SLOWLY REACH THE DULL BLANK FACES OF SOLDIERS
EITHER WAITING TO BE KILLED OR SHOT SO THEY RETURN HOME
IT’S LIKE A HUMAN ABBATOIR
FEW CAME OVER AS I STARTED HANDING OUT THE MAIL
MOST STAYING AT THEIR POST
EVERY SECOND NAME WAS MARKED “RETURN TO Sender”
I’M GLAD I WAS CALLED FOR THIS JOB
AWAY FROM THE GRIEF AND HORROR
AND HOPE THAT I CAN RETURN HOME
BACK TO MY WARM LOVING FAMILY
PRAISE THE LORD