On the shores of gallipoli

• Jessica Addley, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2006

We saw the Turks and charged dead straight.
All of us knew our horrid fate.
On that day we bore no grudge, no hate.
All upon that lonely date.

We trudged across the stones and mud,
And I saw a poppy as red as blood.

As we float towards the shore, I hear gunfire and see blood poor.
As we step upon the shore, I imagine battle, the horror, the gore.

I remember all I left back home,
That's what I'm fighting for,
And I'm not alone.