Gallipoli

• Callum Unger, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2009

I see my friend he waves at me
he says’s something
And points up,
I look up but it’s to late BAM!!!
The deafening sound of the
Explosion shakes the ground
and suddenly its
A lot more quit.
No yelling Turk's and no racket of gunfire
its Peaceful here I whish I could stay here for ever
But suddenly it all comes
Rushing back the yelling of the Turk's and the
Racket of the gunfire
my mates there and a medic he looks relieved.
Then I Look down I just wanted to die.